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At Hope's Edge by Cairistiona	15 Review(s)
Lexilooper	Reviewed Chapter: 7 on 12/16/2025
But even so, come the dawn, his harsh treatment of Halbarad continued to plague his conscience, and he found himself unable to comfortably meet Halbarad’s gaze. So in the midst of the clamor of breaking camp, he concentrated on loading his gear onto Bronadui and tried to block out both Halbarad and the litany of self recrimination that droned relentlessly in his mind. <33 <:( aww Aragorn started to speak, but found no words, so he stood silently as Halbarad peeled back his tunic in order to loosen the bandages. Aragorn winced, for as Halbarad had warned, the arm felt more stiff and sore than ever this morning. And as Halbarad unwrapped the last winding, he winced again. Two of the deeper cuts had angry red edges. "peeled back his tunic" yess hurts even moreee yayyy "I have salve... made from lavender and comfrey... in my pack," Aragorn said quickly, moving to his horse. his halting "I have! Uh! Salve!" <3 "It will work well enough." As sore as his arm was, horse balm would likely send him sobbing to his knees, a performance he would not care for any of his men to see. Bad enough they had already bore witness to his hissing and squirming after the first go round with that ooze of Mordor. SKASJDFH uh I wanna see Aragorn sobbing on his knees please please "hissing and squirming" is also delightful and I'm also grateful we saw it and get to see Aragorn looking back on it with hatred :) "that ooze of Mordor" lol fair Halbarad studied him for a long moment, then lifted a shoulder in a rueful shrug. "I suppose it is best that you stay with me, so I can keep after this arm of yours. You’d likely ignore it or stuff it full of the wrong weeds and let it fall off from rot by the time you reached Rivendell." Aragorn let out a soft laugh, the weight of guilt lifted by all that Halbarad left unspoken. awwww <3333 Aragorn shot him a look. "Lest you forget, I am a healer. I can take care of myself." "Hmm." heheheee can you though healers are notoriously the worst patients "I would not ‘stuff it with the wrong weeds’." LOLL he has to come back to this insulting accusation "Hmm." "Mumbling fool. Go mount your horse," Aragorn finally growled, although he gave Halbarad a faint smile as he swung atop Bronadui. lol awwww point out the wording of "this night", it's very Aragorn-mind, I love how you write everything so it subtly sounds just like him <3 The rain had cleared away but left a heavy dampness in the air that seemed to seep into all his joints. He hugged himself, pulling his cloak tighter around him and wondered if it was just the chilly evening air that made the skin on his neck tighten. "It’s gotten to the point where every cool wind has me reaching for my sword." yess (takes a moment to remind that Aragorn is still recovering even if it's more the night air bothering his mind because of the other night than it is to do with him getting chilled more easily. Still.) Denlad smiled but his eyes remained worried. "It yet lies afar off, but I feel the brush of evil, Aragorn. There is a foreboding in the air, an unease that stirs fear into my heart, though I am trying my best to ignore it." Aragorn nodded. "I do not think it is entirely your imagination. We will rest lightly tonight." mmm yes he feels it too This time, at least, they were not caught by surprise. FOREBODING immediately telling us "all was not well" <3 Aragorn had fallen into a light doze, having been relieved of an uneventful watch by Denlad, and now, before consciously recognizing the reason why he was jerked so suddenly from his sleep, Aragorn’s hand had drawn his sword, and he was on his feet. Then he heard Denlad’s harsh cry ring through the night and knew what had awakened him. yess dang he's so quick like the movie moment when he wakes up drawing his knife in his tent and messenger dude is like "this thing shall end tonight" (again spoken truly like Aragorn) OR WILL IT? WHAT ABOUT THE CAPITAL E EVIL THING? He looked at each one of them, gauging their resolve and finding their returning gazes fierce and gratifyingly firm. <333 "Take care not to let them separate any one of you from the rest. I’ll not lose any one of you tonight." how I love them each <333 and so does he and then Aragorn was fighting with his own orc also is his injured arm his left or right? I hope for his sake his left and you do well in describing the horror and stench and misery of a battlefield. Not that I know. But it seems accurate. oh look there it says his left arm. thank you XD His blood sang in battle as it did at no other time, and he knew that afterward, if he lived, he would be exhausted and sore of heart and sickened by the charnel but in this moment he gave himself to the warrior spirit of his ancestors and he fought with the strength of Arathorn his father and all those who had gone before him. awwww I LOVE THIS the battle is horrible and yet his blood sings and he fights with the strength of his father for he and all his ancestors are warriors strong and mighty <3 He ran forward to help Halbarad, but suddenly a dread stronger than any they had yet experienced stopped him in his tracks. Fear again tightened its clammy fist on his gut and he actually stumbled under the onslaught. OOH EVEN ARAGORN IT OVERCOMES (for the moment) It seemed almost a physical presence, like some wholly unnatural mist, so heavily did it fall upon the hillside. Where before there had been only hints and vague shadows, Aragorn now knew that whatever evil being carried such wickedness was coming forth at last. and so it begins He did not want to go near it. He had to. He took a step. Stopped. OOH he must overcome this so later he will have the strength to conquer the fear of the paths of the dead for not only himself but his men it's so cool to see these moments where this willpower was forged and refined <3 His breath quickened, but he forced each foot forward as he walked slowly toward the shadow, away from his men and their battle, ignoring his own orders not to allow themselves to become separated. His Rangers were winning against the ever-shrinking band of orcs, but this shadow... he knew he could not let whatever evil lurked within that blackness find his men, or any more of the people they strove to protect. And with that resolve, he found the courage he needed. With a swift prayer to the Valar, he raised the sword before him, holding it with both hands. oooooh <33 disobeying his own orders "Come out!" he called, his voice harsh as he threw every ounce of authority he could into his shout. SKASDJH <3 HE FREEZES AGAIN <3 Aragorn set his stance firmer, <333 so impressive and a single word from a nearly forgotten conversation with Elrond... the lesson he had tried but could not remember... cut cruelly through his mind: Nazgûl! sakdhsdfjgs He had no more time than for that one dismaying thought before the Nazgûl rushed forward and brought down his sword. Aragorn desperately threw his blade upward and to the side, instinct alone guiding his clumsy parry. The shock of their colliding blades rattled Aragorn’s hands and numbed his arms. Pain flared through the forgotten splinter wounds of his left arm. He barely retained his grip on his sword. With no hope to bring it back to bear, he simply ducked as the Nazgûl’s back stroke whistled a hair’s breadth past his head. AHHH YES He jumped backward, scrambling up the hill across the rocky ground, as much to get away from the frigid miasma that seemed to flow from the Nazgûl as to avoid the black sword. And he knew he had to draw the Nazgûl as far away from his men as he could. He grimly banished any thought about the danger such a move placed on his own life. Standing in the breach in order to spare his men was nothing particularly new to him, nor anything worth ascribing glory. When such an act became necessary, he did it and prayed to come out, if not whole, than at least alive. It was as simple as that. But never before had it been so terrifying. askadhfsjfkshhsk this <333 it is indeed worthy of praise SO COOL how even in the midst of "flee for your life" terror his instincts lead him to defend his men still <3 "grim" a word Tolkien loves indeed <3 He felt grim satisfaction as the Nazgûl followed him. And then, banishing all thought of Halbarad and the others, Aragorn narrowed his focus to the wraith before him. The noise of the Rangers’ battle with the orcs faded as he tried fiercely to concentrate only on where the dark lord would bring his sword to bear next. so impressive he managed even to keep a grip on his sword <3 and that his hands aren't entirely numb As if sensing the strength of Aragorn’s concentration, the taunts of the Nazgûl grew louder. Words in a barbarous language he barely recognized battered not his ears so much as his very mind with an ever-rising chorus of evil. Aragorn staggered back a step at the onslaught, momentarily overwhelmed. He resisted the urge to uselessly throw his hands over his ears and plead for the voice to stop Elbereth help me make it stop and instead shook his head and stepped forward, raising in his mind a stern refrain of his own. Elberethhhh Do not listen to him! Do not think! Attack! YES HIS OWN STERN STAGGERING WILLPOWER Their swords rang against each other in a harsh cacophony, a sickening parody of bells tolling death and despair and Aragorn again had to shake his head to stop the overwhelming flood of hopelessness. He blocked the parry, then another and somehow another but his arm was growing heavy and cold and it took every last measure of skill he possessed to match sword stroke for sword stroke. He found himself too often simply ducking or jumping backwards or sideways, twisting and spinning in a desperate dance to avoid the death promised by the Nazgûl’s swinging blade. Oh my gosh Aragorn lasting in a hand to hand combat against a Nazgul is so overwhelmingly Cool :) even if he's like BARELY keeping up, he's still meeting his strokes and avoiding a hit He kept his eyes away from the black shadow where the Nazgûl’s face should be. To look there filled him with terror sufficient to melt the strength from his legs. As it was, his heart hammered in near panic, as though it were trying to escape this menace by bursting from his chest. He saw an opening and thrust his blade but the Nazgûl swiftly turned and Aragorn’s sword bit only frigid, empty air. Off balance, he had to throw himself hard to the ground as the Nazgûl countered with a lunging swipe of his own. Winded from landing on jagged stones, Aragorn staggered back to his feet. The voice pressed harder on his mind, taunting, laughing... nearly impossible to ignore. yessss I love how you describe the Nazgul's voice and the way it uses that power of words Do... not... listen... AND ARAGORN'S GASPING MANTRA <3 His parries grew slower. Breath rasped against his dry throat as his lungs dragged in ever-colder air. It took both hands on his sword now to force the Nazgûl’s blade away. His chest burned; his legs dragged. His left arm felt afire, but at the same time he was getting cold, so very cold. The only warmth he felt stemmed from his own blood flowing down from re-opened wounds. He stumbled, caught himself, lifted his sword... and the blade met the Nazgûl’s at an awkward angle and shattered into smoking shards that fell around him. For a timeless moment, Aragorn stared helplessly at his foe, knowing his death was now certain. But as the Nazgûl raised his sword, Aragorn dropped to the ground and the blow that would have severed his head from his neck missed. YESSS bleeding again SWORD DISSOLVES COLD helpless his own inability to stand saving his life (or maybe the drop was intentional. or both.) The Nazgûl uttered an angry growl. Cold lanced deeper, into Aragorn’s very heart. The Enemy’s voice swelled... filled his mind... buffeted him... hammered away at his courage... I cannot... it’s too much... I cannot... skasjdfsjshjgshgjgjds ARAGORN CAN'T IT'S TOO MUCH But one more time, he found the strength to move, to roll clear as the blade whistled down past his head. He flinched at the loud clang as the Nazgûl’s steel cracked open a rock inches from where he lay. THE WAY HE'S FINDING LAST IMPOSSIBLE BITS OF STRENGTH split a rock danggggg idk maybe that's normal for a sword but I love the last reserves on the ground still managing to evade the enemy's angry swings Aragorn shuddered as another wave of glacial air swept over him. The blackness battering his soul was unbearable. Icy fingers clawed through his mind and suddenly Aragorn knew this wraith meant not to kill him but to bend his very spirit to his will. To Sauron’s will. In a flash, Aragorn saw himself defeated, in chains, thrown at the feet of Sauron. OOH GREAT PICTURE to bend his very spirit to Sauron's will ALSO GREAT WAY TO MOTIVATE ARAGORN <33 joke's on them He knew he could never let that happen. He risked precious breath to growl, "No! You will not have me!" YESS how to not defeat Aragorn: show him that you're trying bend his spirit to the will of the Enemy. He will not allow it. The Nazgûl laughed, and Aragorn’s soul shrank from such a hissing travesty of mirth, for the noise seemed to have been born in the depths of Mt. Doom itself. Aragorn rolled to his left, his hand landing on a stout limb. He clasped it and thrust it upward and blocked another slash of the evil blade, but the force of it knocked the branch from his hand. askfhjgs born in Mt Doom itself his soul shrank from the HISSING TRAVESTY OF MIRTH whoa also I had the definition of travesty a bit wrong before this so thank you for correcting that I actually love that it's a very powerful word found a branchhh lost ittt But he had to. His Rangers were fighting their own battles. No one could help him, nor could he let the Nazgûl defeat him and go after his men. oooh THE WAY FIGHTING FOR OTHERS GIVES YOU FAR GREATER STRENGTH THAN FIGHTING FOR YOURSELF EVER WOULD Another roll, another dodge... another staggering climb to his feet, and then hope! A remnant of his broken sword lay within reach. He put out a hand toward it. YES The Nazgûl slammed Aragorn hard across the chest with the flat of his blade, seeming almost to toy with him as he threw Aragorn off balance. Aragorn’s foot turned on a stone and with a cry, he slammed onto his back, strength a fading memory. His chest burned from the icy touch of the Nazgûl’s blade and he had nothing left in him. No breath. No strength. okay YEAH being slammed ACROSS THE CHEST with that blade?? Your very heart and already failing lungs?? Would do things. To you. That are not good. And yeah the Nazgul would toy with him. A lot of bad guys really like doing that, and I'm grateful, because it's often their own downfall. also sword within reach but knocked away from it yesss No hope. SKAHFJSDH the edge of hope gone Cannot breathe... the very air is poison... I cannot... cannot last... The cold... Valar, it hurts... skaddsjdfhsdfjshgjsfgjh it hurtssss this coming from Aragorn <3 Blackness edged closer, blinding his eyes with its foul mist, filling his ears with its dizzying roar. its foul mist All became shadow save the Nazgûl. Aragorn stared upward at the faceless wraith, caught like prey in the hypnotic spell of a wolf’s gaze. Sorrow pierced through his terror as the Nazgûl raised the sword for the killing stroke. SORROW PIERCED askjks the helpless He has won. I have failed... nooo A sudden blinding flash of fire stunned him, and he threw up his hands to shield his face, but the heat rushed past him, toward the Nazgûl. A wailing shriek rent the air and suddenly Aragorn found himself struggling against an even greater surge of chilling malice, a physical wave of fury and unbearable hatred so great it crushed him against the ground. For a moment he felt he could not possibly fight against it, but with a groan that seemed torn from the depths of his soul, he pushed against it and rolled over. He forced himself to his hands and knees. But he could not find the strength to stand. He stayed where he was, head hanging, drawing wheezing breaths into his tortured lungs. Waiting for the death blow to finally come. This time there could be no escape. PRESSING HIM INTO THE GROUND as he lays on his back very vulnerable yes nice OOH OOOOH THIS THE WHUMP hands and knees and head hanging and can't get to his feet and WHEEZING into his TORTURED lungs and who is this fire???? :)) Another flash of light and a wave of heat and he flinched, but instead of death, the blackness deafening his ears retreated enough for him to hear a bellowing voice. "Get you gone and fly! For here is a fire that shall consume you, and all evil things!"(1) Aragorn tried to make sense of it. Those were Beren’s words... Beren as he faced Carcharoth, the great beast, in long ages past... but how could Beren be here? YESSSSS lol uh I don't think he is Also I love so much how they have exact words of their ancestors from moments like this and the power of quoting them <33 (oh wait like we do with the scriptures!) The voice boomed again. "You will not have your way this day, not while the arm of Halbarad is strong and the fire of my wrath burns!" Fire flashed once more and there was a terrible shrieking. YESSSSS so this is how Aragorn knows to fight them off with fire :)))) IT'S ALL COMING TOGETHER Hope surged for a moment, but the mist covering Aragorn’s vision would not clear. The darkness and malice and terror were too strong. Darkness... blackness... black breath... SKADHJDF BLACK BREATH THE BLACK BREATH AND HE CAN'T SEE for the present anyways. Not being able to see is always great moments. Terror consumed him and he collapsed to the ground, and all light and knowledge fled. skadhjs not darkness but TERROR consumed him. Consumed ARAGORN. Love love LOVE. "And all light and knowledge fled" SKASJDSHJ MY BOY <:((( I'm happy collapse collapse collapseeeee what shall he do now how shall he overcome this without another of himself to pull him out. Also this gives such appreciation to his understanding of Eowyn, Faramir, and Merry being under the Black Breath. He understands. He experienced it too. And it makes SO MUCH SENSE that he has such "do you wish to meet them? They are terrible!" memories of them.

Ellynn	Reviewed Chapter: 7 on 8/24/2010
Reading a novel at once can be harder than reading one chapter after another every few days (which is the case when reading as you post them), because it requires a lot of free time, which none of us often has much. But! :) I am on holidays, and today is a true holiday, not a "working one", like I described to you last week. :p I am home alone, Alen is out the whole day, and I can read. :) And so far, I successfully ignore the clothes that watch me from their corner and call for me to iron them. :) On the other hand, reading a novel at once means that, when there is a cliffhanger, I don't have to wait another week to see what happened. :) So, I'm hurrying to the next chapter. :) And this chapter... wow! It is great! Your writing is so good, so tense, so vivid... You are definitely one of the best writers I've ever read. P.s. As for Mallor/little girl thing we talked about two chapters ago. I was not thinking about warrior/civilian thing, but known/unknown. In the moment of her death, I didn't know anything about her. Mallor, on the other hand, no matter how small part in your story he gets, is someone I got to know: I know that he is 16, that he lost his father, that he was a joyful young man who loved life, that he loved Aragorn as father and tried to learn from him... I can see him, I can feel him, and that is why I grieve for him. Little girl is no more than those two words: little girl. And that's all. And that is why her death didn't affect me. Author Reply: Hooray for holidays and those rare free days when you can ignore laundry! :) I'm glad you're able to sit down with this all in one go--it does help with the cliffhangers, doesn't it? g And yes, knowing a character in a bit more depth does make his death hit a little harder. I kind of hated to kill him off but the story required it, alas. I'm glad you like my writing style... your words are very kind and I thank you!

Dreamdeer	Reviewed Chapter: 7 on 8/3/2009
Beautiful! Horrifying. Beautiful because of the courage and devotion in the midst of horror. The writer does not stint in portraying the terror of the character, and thus makes every leaden step towards what he fears all the more courageous. As usual for this writer, the credible characterization holds allthe rest together like a keystone. Author Reply: "Credible characterization"... I think that's the highest praise a fanfic writer can earn, and I thank you for it. To me, if a story doesn't capture the essence of Tolkien's characters, it's a miss, no matter how compelling the plot. And even the original characters need to stay true to Tolkien's vision. I'm reassured that you're finding this story holding that line. Thank you!

Stefania	Reviewed Chapter: 7 on 6/2/2009
Whew! That was just stunning. Aragorn versus a Nazgul. Because I am reading this some months after its first posting, I could read others' reviews and your comments to find out who rescued Aragorn. I thought it might be Elrond's sons or one of the Istari. Gandalf would be too obvious. That Aragorn was rescued by his own men rather than a more powerful creature is a simple explanation, perhaps, but a better one. I was expecting a deus ex machina coming but instead our boy was rescued by his comrades--a more realistic approach. I continue to be impressed by your story. It's an excellent example of how to write action. - Steff Author Reply: Thank you so much! I'm glad you like how I write action... it's something I enjoy doing very much, so I'm glad it comes across as both realistic (well, as realistic as fantasy can be) and believable. And yes, I do try to avoid the "out of the blue" rescues when I can--the Rangers at this point had no one around to help them, and desperation breeds all kinds of inventions, hence Halbarad's grabbing up the flaming brands like he did. I figure he probably had heard stories of Glorfindel driving off the Witch King in the past and likely that helped him make the almost instinctive decision to grab for the flaming brands. Certainly he didn't have much time to sit and ponder! I hope you continue enjoying the story. Thanks for the review!

MP brennan	Reviewed Chapter: 7 on 2/1/2009
Bravo, Cairistiona! Another gripping chapter! RL has prevented me from keeping up, much to my loss. It was a great treat to come back to this story. I love your characterization of Aragorn--how self-sacrifice is just part of the job to him. I like how despite his difficulties, he doesn't lapse into self-pity. And the fight scene . . . wow. Both the external and internal conflicts are perfectly portrayed and flow seamlessly. Kudos! (tosses roses and chocolates) -Brennan Author Reply: Thanks, Brennan! Drat that RL sometimes, but glad you're getting caught up. :) Yeah, my Aragorn does have to fight self-pity, which he despises with a passion. But everyone struggles with it sometimes, even him. I'm glad you liked the fight. I probably enjoy writing fights and battles far more than is healthy. LOL And thank you for the chocolate and roses! grin But moreso for the reviews... I do appreciate your taking time to leave them very much.

Casso	Reviewed Chapter: 7 on 1/27/2009
I have to agree with other readers, that was the best Nazgul encounter I have yet read. Tolkien hints at their evil but this fight brought it all together. Thanks for the story and looking forward to the rest. Regards, Casso Author Reply: Thank you so much, Casso! What a kind thing to say... I did try to make it as real and as accurate as it could be with what Tolkien gives us about the wraiths. I hope you find the rest of the story engaging, and thank you again for the kind review!

Silivren Tinu	Reviewed Chapter: 7 on 1/25/2009
is speechless Wow - I don't even know where to begin reviewing. That was really... tense. I don't think I would have noticed if someone had fired a cannon to get my attention while I was reading this chapter. g I LOVED your description of the Nazgul! It was really true to Tolkien - you really captured that mysterious, creepy, fascinating, terrifying evil-ness, and how it's mere presence will threaten to extinguish all hope and warmth there in in this world. Aragorn deciding to face the Nazgul alone was certainly one of the most courageous things I've ever read about, but also one of the most foolish. In short, just typically Aragorn. ;-) It's obvious Aragorn does not have the means and the knowledge needed to properly defend himself against such a creature yet, and he's undoubtedly about to learn things the hard way. I'm really glad Bilfen and Kenevir insisted on going to Rivendell alone, btw. As it is, Aragorn really seems to need every man. Aragorn trying to avoid Halbarad at the beginning of the chapter was sweet and I liked how Halbarad managed to get him out of his self-recrimination. Of course the thing I'd like to know most right now is what happened at the end of the chapter. I once again loved your description of that booming voice, the flashing fire, and the Nazgul's reaction ot it. I have a good idea who (in addition to Halbarad) has come to Aragorn's aid, but I'll wait patiently for the next chapter to see if I'm right. ;-) I'm a tiny little bit worried about Aragorn now (I have a feeling horse balm won't be much help this time). Loved it! :) Almut Author Reply: Thank you so much for such a comprehensive review, Almut! I'm glad you liked this. I did do a lot of research into the Nazgul and the effects of the miasma/black breath etc. Took a bit from all the different descriptions of its effects that Tolkien gave and sort of rolled them all into one (poor Aragorn). The cold was definitely something that's consistent in all encounters with the wraith, and I figure it's both a spiritual and a physical thing. And yes, after a lot of discussion with different people and doing some research, it's a fair guess that the Dunedain, and even Aragorn, really wouldn't have had a lot of knowledge about wraiths at that point. I think if I'd had the encounter with the wraith and Aragorn down south in Mirkwood or down near Mordor, yeah, Aragorn would have immediately guessed it was a wraith. But in 3000 TA, there really wasn't a lot of reason to expect a wraith in the north... yet it's not impossible that there might be one straying up there to wreak a bit of havoc. And hmm, you think someone else comes to Aragorn's aid? I can say without giving anything way that it is just Halbarad waving the torches around here in this chapter. Finally, yes, Bilfen and Kenevir gave me a bit of a headache, figuring out how and where to send them! I needed them out of the picture (because their survival actually wasn't part of the original plot). Fortunately, they cooperated and left the scene gracefully. Well, as gracefully as Kenevir can. He was definitely a bit miffed Aragorn thought he might need any assistance. grin Thanks again for the review!

Larner	Reviewed Chapter: 7 on 1/25/2009
Halbarad, or another of his folk--or one of his Elven brothers? Excellent time for a rescue, I'm thinking! Author Reply: Thanks, Larner, and yes, our five intrepid Rangers could use some more assistance, to say the least! I'm glad you're still reading, and thanks for the review!

george	Reviewed Chapter: 7 on 1/24/2009
No no, don't stop there! I mean, I guess it could have been a worse cliffhanger, but the rhythm of the chapter was flowing so well, I don't want to stop now! Author Reply: Thank you, george! I didn't really want to stop it then, either, as originally this chapter and the one that follows were one big chapter... but it was too big. So a cliffhanger it is. But it won't be long until the next update. I might squeak it online a bit earlier than normal, given Aragorn's dire circumstances. grin Thanks for the review! It's always so encouraging to hear that a reader hates to stop reading. :)

Calenlass Greenleaf	Reviewed Chapter: 7 on 1/24/2009
Wonderful battle scene. I envy your ability. :) Aragorn vs Nazgûl is delightfully frightful. shudders Definitely looking forward to the next chapter. Enjoy your birthday. :) ~Cal Author Reply: Thank you, Cal, both for the review and the birthday wishes! I'm glad you enjoyed this, and as for writing battles ... sometimes I worry I'm a bit bloodthirsty because I do love writing them and reading them. LOL I'm glad you liked this and are looking forward to the next. Thank you again!

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