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The leader of the trio that had abducted her snapped at the two to keep her quiet. Sam was pleased to find she was making that task much more difficult then it had to be, even though the armored gauntlets dug into her skin, making it all the more unpleasant for her. Taking one hand off of her arm to cover her mouth could give her the opportunity to wriggle out of one set of hands and make an escape. Their leader saw that and began striding over to her. Suddenly his firm hand was clasping her chin, forcing her to stare directly at him. Her gray eyes met his blue, and the iciness in that gaze made her stop squirming. It did not, however, stop her from gazing at him with a hardness of her own. In that moment she hated him and she wanted him to know it.
He spoke to her in a hushed voice yet the serious tone ensured she heard every word. They were in a dangerous place, although she wanted to tell him the only danger he had to worry about was when she got her hands on him. But maybe it was his eyes, or his hissing tone, or the tingle in the air that she was just starting to feel, the dark energy apparently, that made her bite that comment back. The fact that he stated how easy it wold be for them to die in this room also helped. She wasn't completely silent, however. Sam didn't shout, didn't start struggling again. But she looked into the man's eyes and said in her own hiss, "Go to hell."
She spotted the cat on the cabinet an instant before she leaped onto the man's head. He howled in pain as the cat clawed and bit into his scalp and his hand released her chin as he went stumbling backwards. He was unable to grab the cat as he thrashed around the room, and Sam watched in horrified fascination as he upset a table and caused a glass vial topple to the ground. There was a small smash of broken glass, and then Sam wanted to cover her ears against the howling noise echoing in the stone room. She couldn't of course, due to the fact that her arms were immobile. Her teeth chattered as the already cold room went colder and her breath escaped in visible wisps. The room had begun to swirl in a tornado of fog like forms, which was making even more horrid sounds. It was all a bad dream, she told herself. But she couldn't lie to herself about this.
The cat had finished with the Marshal and leaped up onto the face of on of the men holding her. Sam couldn't see what she did but felt the grasp on her arm vanish and heard the man scream. There was a light weight on her shoulder and Sam's head turned to face the cat that was perched there. She expected a claw to the face. What she didn't expect was for the the cat to speak to her. It made Sam's heart skip a beat and for a brief moment all she could do was stare at the cat. Then it was leaping away and the instructions she had been giving crashed down on her. She turned to the remaining man, who was looking around the swirling, freezing room in fright. He wasn't aware of Sam's fist until it collided with his nose, which broke. He shrieked, letting her go to clutch his face, and Sam was freed. She turned just in time to see the cat leaping out of the open window and in a instant she tore across the room. Dodging the Marshal, she stopped for a moment at the window, noticing the drop, which wasn't that large but still made her wary, before clambering onto the ledge and jumping. She landed a bit wrong, falling forward from her feet to her knees on the earthy floor. It hurt a bit but nothing serious, she thought. Sam looked up and quickly around. She had jumped from the window of what looked like an abandoned fortress. And surrounding the building were trees. And there was no where else to go. Forcing herself to her feet, Sam ran into the woods, chasing after the cat. The talking cat. "Hey! Wait for me!" she shouted, not feeling quite so stupid to be talking to her now.
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Miles and miles away Queen Narissa had retired to her private quarters. By now the gateway to the other world would be closed and the Marshal, had he succeeded in finding her stepdaughter, returned. If he hadn't returned then he was stuck in that other world and she supposed that was punishment enough. She closed and locked the door behind her and moved over to the side wall, which slid open. Inside was an arch like doorway with no door and seemingly leading to no where. It's twin was in her fortress in the woods. Much quicker and easier way to get there and back again without her husband noticing. Narissa slid the wall back into place before striding through the arch and finding herself in what Sam Shea would probably call her laboratory of sorts. Where she practice her witchcraft in secret.
She also found herself in a scene of pure chaos. The Marshal and his men were bleeding. Spirits swirled around. Someone had broken a vial. Narissa looked unimpressed as she crossed to a shelf to retrieve an empty vial and whispered a few worlds. The effect as instantaneous. Like a vacuum the spirits and the howling and the chill were sucked back up into their new vial, which she calmly capped and placed onto the shelf. Narissa looked at Marshal Derrick, a smile on her lips but her eyes like ice. "What happened here?" she asked. "Where is my stepdaughter? I assume you found her, yes?" Her tone was passive, almost pleasant, but they shouldn't be so foolish to believe she actually felt that way.
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Just trying to give you idea of the setting more than anything. None of these ideas are final and I like brainstorming with partners so if you have any of your own ideas or suggestions for the future you can always tell me. But I got it. No sharing concrete plans. I'll just surprise you instead. :p
Um yeah I was thinking her lair type place, but having it be in the woods or something so Dorothea can't just escape and find her father or Liam. And so that way her secret evil practices are hidden.
I was going to have her come in, maybe carrying Dorothea all like "Look at me doing your job for you Marshal." And then taunt them both a bit, like showing Sam that the sun has come up on the other side and the mirror is no longer a doorway so she's stuck in this world, before tossing them into a dungeon or having them be taken out of Eldonia or something. So Sam and Dorothea can escape. And get lost in the woods. If that sounds good to you.
I was going to have her come in, maybe carrying Dorothea all like "Look at me doing your job for you Marshal." And then taunt them both a bit, like showing Sam that the sun has come up on the other side and the mirror is no longer a doorway so she's stuck in this world, before tossing them into a dungeon or having them be taken out of Eldonia or something. So Sam and Dorothea can escape. And get lost in the woods. If that sounds good to you.
Maybe Sam hadn't noticed the swords in the other two's hands. Maybe she had and had just assumed they were fake like the rest of their costumes. Either way she didn't give the weapons any thought at all initially. She was more focused on the one she assumed to be in charge. He did not seem at all amused by her wit, shockingly enough. His face looked cold. Maybe it was that coldness that finally made Sam go a bit uneasy and wish she had something within arm's reach to hold and defend herself, if the occasion arose.
The man who was apparently in charge had been peering around her into her apartment, and then suddenly spoke. Not in response to her questions, but a barked order to the other two. Sam was too taken aback by the harsh tone of his voice for the words to really register in her mind, and then she was distracted by the fact that he was shoving his way past her into her home. "Excuse me but who do you think...HEY!" Her accusations to Mr. Large-And-In-Charge were cut off when she felt a pair of hands take her by each arm. Her head swiveled around to glare at the two other men, the ones holding her, and she realized stupidly what he had meant by "Take her."
Sam struggled against them, trying to pull her arms free from the hands that were holding them. It was, of course, pointless. Their grips were iron and they stood taller than her and probably had a good deal more strength than her, as well. As she tried fruitlessly to break free from them, she watched as the leader strode into the sitting room and flipped the couch over. "Hey, what are you doing?" she yelled at him, hearing a table and a lamp smash. She could see the cat there, where she had been hiding beneath the couch and she was looking up at the man with wide eyes. They were after...the cat? Why? What was happening? Who were they? None of this was making sense. And it started making even less sense as she watched the cat streak past the man advancing on her and down the hall, where she made a running leap and went straight through the mirror that hung there.
The sight had made Sam go momentarily limp from shock. The cat had vanished, had sailed through the air and into the mirror's reflective surface like the surface hadn't been there at all. As though the ornate frame simple surrounded a gaping hole in the wall. That hadn't just happened, it couldn't have. Sam's mouth moved wordlessly as the man reappeared in the hallway. He ordered his men to follow him. "Bring the girl." And then he too stepped through the mirror as simply as walking through a doorway and was gone from sight.
Sam became very aware that she was the only girl in the room that they could possibly bring along with them and that there was only one place they could possibly be going. "No!" she began yelling, hoping that the walls weren't so thick that a neighbor could be awakened by the ruckus in here, and she began pulling back, away from the direction they were attempting to drag her. The iron grip they had on her had become even tighter, but her attempts to break away were slowing them down a bit. If Sam's heart hadn't been racing from fear at the moment she might had felt some pride at that. However the pride would have been short lived since the guards seemed to realize that it would be easier to carry rather than drag. Sam felt herself lifted off the ground and then the men were striding down the hall, carrying her between them with her legs kicking in the air. She yelled at them to put her down, to let her go, but fell silent when she was faced with the mirror. They carried her to it, without any hesitation that they would simply be smashing into a solid surface. Sam felt herself holding onto one last hope that whatever was making the cat and these men able to walk through it wold not work for her, but it was pointless. The men stepped forward into the surface and vanished into whatever lay behind the mirror, and Sam slipped through the surface along with them.
It was dark, the room she now found herself in. There were lights, but they were flickering flames on torches and from candle lit lanterns. The walls and floors were made of stone and there was a coldness that bit through Sam's jeans and sweater, making her shiver. She wasn't struggling anymore, simply taking in these alien surroundings with wide eyes. She looked behind her to see her pale face looking back. There was a mirror on the wall, an exact copy of the one hanging on the wall of her apartment. Her apartment in a city in a state in a country that could be leagues away. Her head spun back around. "Where am I?" she shouted, at once getting her spirit back as she started fighting against her captors again. It was just a useless now as it was minutes ago, but the fact that she could still struggle gave her a bit of pride.
The man who was apparently in charge had been peering around her into her apartment, and then suddenly spoke. Not in response to her questions, but a barked order to the other two. Sam was too taken aback by the harsh tone of his voice for the words to really register in her mind, and then she was distracted by the fact that he was shoving his way past her into her home. "Excuse me but who do you think...HEY!" Her accusations to Mr. Large-And-In-Charge were cut off when she felt a pair of hands take her by each arm. Her head swiveled around to glare at the two other men, the ones holding her, and she realized stupidly what he had meant by "Take her."
Sam struggled against them, trying to pull her arms free from the hands that were holding them. It was, of course, pointless. Their grips were iron and they stood taller than her and probably had a good deal more strength than her, as well. As she tried fruitlessly to break free from them, she watched as the leader strode into the sitting room and flipped the couch over. "Hey, what are you doing?" she yelled at him, hearing a table and a lamp smash. She could see the cat there, where she had been hiding beneath the couch and she was looking up at the man with wide eyes. They were after...the cat? Why? What was happening? Who were they? None of this was making sense. And it started making even less sense as she watched the cat streak past the man advancing on her and down the hall, where she made a running leap and went straight through the mirror that hung there.
The sight had made Sam go momentarily limp from shock. The cat had vanished, had sailed through the air and into the mirror's reflective surface like the surface hadn't been there at all. As though the ornate frame simple surrounded a gaping hole in the wall. That hadn't just happened, it couldn't have. Sam's mouth moved wordlessly as the man reappeared in the hallway. He ordered his men to follow him. "Bring the girl." And then he too stepped through the mirror as simply as walking through a doorway and was gone from sight.
Sam became very aware that she was the only girl in the room that they could possibly bring along with them and that there was only one place they could possibly be going. "No!" she began yelling, hoping that the walls weren't so thick that a neighbor could be awakened by the ruckus in here, and she began pulling back, away from the direction they were attempting to drag her. The iron grip they had on her had become even tighter, but her attempts to break away were slowing them down a bit. If Sam's heart hadn't been racing from fear at the moment she might had felt some pride at that. However the pride would have been short lived since the guards seemed to realize that it would be easier to carry rather than drag. Sam felt herself lifted off the ground and then the men were striding down the hall, carrying her between them with her legs kicking in the air. She yelled at them to put her down, to let her go, but fell silent when she was faced with the mirror. They carried her to it, without any hesitation that they would simply be smashing into a solid surface. Sam felt herself holding onto one last hope that whatever was making the cat and these men able to walk through it wold not work for her, but it was pointless. The men stepped forward into the surface and vanished into whatever lay behind the mirror, and Sam slipped through the surface along with them.
It was dark, the room she now found herself in. There were lights, but they were flickering flames on torches and from candle lit lanterns. The walls and floors were made of stone and there was a coldness that bit through Sam's jeans and sweater, making her shiver. She wasn't struggling anymore, simply taking in these alien surroundings with wide eyes. She looked behind her to see her pale face looking back. There was a mirror on the wall, an exact copy of the one hanging on the wall of her apartment. Her apartment in a city in a state in a country that could be leagues away. Her head spun back around. "Where am I?" she shouted, at once getting her spirit back as she started fighting against her captors again. It was just a useless now as it was minutes ago, but the fact that she could still struggle gave her a bit of pride.
It took a few moments for the pounding to rouse Sam. She had been sound asleep, no dreaming just pure rest. Completely dead to the world. But the pounding became persistent, which quickly caused her to stir. She let out a groan as whoever was at the door knocked louder and faster and her gray eyes were bleary when they flickered open. She had to blink the sleep out of them several times before she was able to keep them open and she pushed herself up into a sitting before reaching around the table beside her to flick the light on. The sun would be up soon she noted as she glanced at the clock on the wall. Whoever it was either had an emergency or didn't care that it wasn't even dawn. "Yeah," she mumbled as she pushed herself to her feet. "Yeah alright!" she called out to the person still knocking.
There was a hiss and she turned to look at the cat perched on top of the couch. The teeth were bared and the back was arched, almost defensive. She hoped, for the first time, that she hadn't let a stray street cat into her home. Sam made a face at the cat. "What's gotten into you?" The pounding continued. "Yeah I'm COMING!" she yelled at the direction of the door, and started walking out of the living room and into the main hall. "Jeeze Louise," she muttered as she smoothed her dark red hair back from her face. She bet she was a sight to see. She had fallen asleep in her jeans, oversize green sweater, and black boots. At least she had taken a shower after coming home from work at four that evening.
She opened the door and was, for a second, shocked into silence by what she saw. Three guys, dressed like something out of a King Arthur movie, all velvet and chainmail. Sam couldn't stop herself from smirking a bit as she leaned against the door frame. "Didn't know there was a renaissance fair in town," she commented, looking at the man in front of the other two. The Robin Hood of this band of Merry Men she supposed. Sometimes you got the crazies knocking on your door in the wee hours of the morning. But that's what happened when you lived in a big city. "Can I help you gentlemen with something?"
There was a hiss and she turned to look at the cat perched on top of the couch. The teeth were bared and the back was arched, almost defensive. She hoped, for the first time, that she hadn't let a stray street cat into her home. Sam made a face at the cat. "What's gotten into you?" The pounding continued. "Yeah I'm COMING!" she yelled at the direction of the door, and started walking out of the living room and into the main hall. "Jeeze Louise," she muttered as she smoothed her dark red hair back from her face. She bet she was a sight to see. She had fallen asleep in her jeans, oversize green sweater, and black boots. At least she had taken a shower after coming home from work at four that evening.
She opened the door and was, for a second, shocked into silence by what she saw. Three guys, dressed like something out of a King Arthur movie, all velvet and chainmail. Sam couldn't stop herself from smirking a bit as she leaned against the door frame. "Didn't know there was a renaissance fair in town," she commented, looking at the man in front of the other two. The Robin Hood of this band of Merry Men she supposed. Sometimes you got the crazies knocking on your door in the wee hours of the morning. But that's what happened when you lived in a big city. "Can I help you gentlemen with something?"
The moon was full that night. Sam didn't usually pay attention to that sort of thing, but as she sat in the back of the cab staring out of the window she found herself looking up into the sky and seeing the completely full orb of a moon sitting in the sky. She looked at it for a few moments before she was able to take her eyes away from it and looking at the clock on the cab's dashboard. It was close to one in the morning. She was supposed to be home right now, sleeping or studying but around six that evening, about two hours after coming home for the first time and changing from her work clothes to dark wash jeans and a comfy dark green sweater, Jane had called and summoned her back to the firm to help her do some research for a case she was working on. Jane O'Donnell was an partner at the firm Sam worked at as her paralegal and assistant. Jane was almost double her age, rather young compared to the other partners, but was a tough nosed lawyer who had climbed her way up the ranks. "Get some dinner for us, Miss Shea. We could be here a while."
About six hours were spent in that office that evening. Sam running back and forth to the files room and the library, fetching and researching things for the law suit Jane was assigned to. Jane and her client were going up against some big company and it was a long shot. The sort of cases Jane loved and excelled in. There was no doubt in her mind that she wouldn't win. These were the sort of cases Sam would love to be able to tackle someday. If she ever manged to take and pass the Bar and become a lawyer herself. She didn't know what it was about tests but she just couldn't stand them. The anxiety that the mere thought of taking a test gave her was almost crippling. She had somehow managed to take the LSAT to even get into law school, but it was been an exhausting, terrifying experience and she had been so convinced she had failed during the weeks before getting her scores that it had almost seemed like a miracle to her that she didn't. Sam had told herself that if she could pass the LSATs she could pass the Bar and had spent weeks studying. But at the last moment she realized she couldn't remember any of the material she had studied and backed out of the test. Jane was promising her an associate position once she had passed, but she was getting impatient and Sam knew that if she didn't pass by the end of the year the position would be gone.
Which had been why she had planned on dedicating the night to studying, but then Jane had called. Now that she was going home again maybe she'd spend some time reviewing one of the books she had bought. Or maybe she'd fall over onto the floor once she walked through the door out of exhaustion. She supposed she would find out soon enough. Normally she walked to and from work, but walking alone at this time of night was stupid. So she had decide to blow a little money on a safe cab ride home. It was quicker this way, too. She got out of the cab once it came to a stop outside of her building and paid the man before he headed off to find a new customer. Sam looked up at the building she lived in, one of the oldest in the city apparently, and let out a sigh. Jane said might call her tomorrow, even though it was Saturday, but it was more likely she wouldn't have to. Still Sam didn't like the idea of working on her day off, no matter how much her job meant to her. Maybe she could fake sick so she could stay in bed.
Sam was too tired to even consider the stairs and leaned against the elevator as it ascended. She closed her eyes briefly and sighed again before hearing the elevator ding and the doors slide open onto her floor. She wasted no time striding down the hall and unlocking the door to her apartment. She wanted to be home, she wanted to sit down. The apartment was nice. Initially her father had helped her pay for it, but by now she had had enough checks from the firm to pay for it herself. It was pretty spacey, spacey enough for one person that is, and it had a pretty nice view. The only thing that bugged her was the giant old mirror hanging in the hall close to the door. The landlord had told her that the owners said it was not to be moved, and she had shrugged it off. Sometimes she glanced into her reflection as she was running out the door, but mostly she avoided it. For some reason she always felt like something was staring back at her. It was stupid, of course, but she still wasn't fond of the old thing.
She dropped her bag, keys, and coat onto a table propped against the wall opposite of the mirror and walked right on past it. She stifled a yawn as she went into the kitchen to get a glass of water and purposefully ignored the pile of Bar test study books on the table. Tomorrow. She'd do it tomorrow. She opened up a cupboard to get a cup when she stopped, and focused her attention on her hearing. There had been a rustle in the other room. She listened a bit more and she definitely heard something swishing softly on the wooden floors. Sam took a hold of anything she could find on the counter, which turned out to be a rolling pin, and moved quietly to the doorway of the sitting room before turning the lights on.
A cat was sitting on the floor. One with black and white fur. Sam nearly dropped the rolling pin in surprise and couldn't help but ask it, "How did you get in here?" despite knowing that it was a cat and cats couldn't speak. Something fluttered at the corner of her eyes and she glanced up to see a window open, a breeze from outside disturbing the curtains. Ah. She had forgotten to close a window. Maybe this was a neighbor's cat who had decided to go on a little adventure. It was to late to go knocking from door to door and she didn't want to just throw it out. Sam looked back down at the animal and shrugged. "Don't get too comfortable here, Cat. Tomorrow we're going to take you back where you belong. But tonight..."
Why was she talking to the cat? Sam immediately fell silent and after a few more moments of eye contact with the cat she shrugged again and moved back into the kitchen. She got her water and then poured a bit of milk into a little bowl and set it down on the floor in the living room. In case it was thirsty. Deciding she was too lazy to fight the darkness to find her bedroom, or to take her boots off, Sam lowered herself onto the couch and turned the television on. That helped her sleep sometimes. Some late night show was playing, and she decided that was better than nothing. She lowered the volume and curled up on the couch, but was only able to keep her eyes open for a few minutes. Sam rested her head against a throw pillow and entertained herself with the idea that the cat would curl up on the couch with her as she dozed off.
About six hours were spent in that office that evening. Sam running back and forth to the files room and the library, fetching and researching things for the law suit Jane was assigned to. Jane and her client were going up against some big company and it was a long shot. The sort of cases Jane loved and excelled in. There was no doubt in her mind that she wouldn't win. These were the sort of cases Sam would love to be able to tackle someday. If she ever manged to take and pass the Bar and become a lawyer herself. She didn't know what it was about tests but she just couldn't stand them. The anxiety that the mere thought of taking a test gave her was almost crippling. She had somehow managed to take the LSAT to even get into law school, but it was been an exhausting, terrifying experience and she had been so convinced she had failed during the weeks before getting her scores that it had almost seemed like a miracle to her that she didn't. Sam had told herself that if she could pass the LSATs she could pass the Bar and had spent weeks studying. But at the last moment she realized she couldn't remember any of the material she had studied and backed out of the test. Jane was promising her an associate position once she had passed, but she was getting impatient and Sam knew that if she didn't pass by the end of the year the position would be gone.
Which had been why she had planned on dedicating the night to studying, but then Jane had called. Now that she was going home again maybe she'd spend some time reviewing one of the books she had bought. Or maybe she'd fall over onto the floor once she walked through the door out of exhaustion. She supposed she would find out soon enough. Normally she walked to and from work, but walking alone at this time of night was stupid. So she had decide to blow a little money on a safe cab ride home. It was quicker this way, too. She got out of the cab once it came to a stop outside of her building and paid the man before he headed off to find a new customer. Sam looked up at the building she lived in, one of the oldest in the city apparently, and let out a sigh. Jane said might call her tomorrow, even though it was Saturday, but it was more likely she wouldn't have to. Still Sam didn't like the idea of working on her day off, no matter how much her job meant to her. Maybe she could fake sick so she could stay in bed.
Sam was too tired to even consider the stairs and leaned against the elevator as it ascended. She closed her eyes briefly and sighed again before hearing the elevator ding and the doors slide open onto her floor. She wasted no time striding down the hall and unlocking the door to her apartment. She wanted to be home, she wanted to sit down. The apartment was nice. Initially her father had helped her pay for it, but by now she had had enough checks from the firm to pay for it herself. It was pretty spacey, spacey enough for one person that is, and it had a pretty nice view. The only thing that bugged her was the giant old mirror hanging in the hall close to the door. The landlord had told her that the owners said it was not to be moved, and she had shrugged it off. Sometimes she glanced into her reflection as she was running out the door, but mostly she avoided it. For some reason she always felt like something was staring back at her. It was stupid, of course, but she still wasn't fond of the old thing.
She dropped her bag, keys, and coat onto a table propped against the wall opposite of the mirror and walked right on past it. She stifled a yawn as she went into the kitchen to get a glass of water and purposefully ignored the pile of Bar test study books on the table. Tomorrow. She'd do it tomorrow. She opened up a cupboard to get a cup when she stopped, and focused her attention on her hearing. There had been a rustle in the other room. She listened a bit more and she definitely heard something swishing softly on the wooden floors. Sam took a hold of anything she could find on the counter, which turned out to be a rolling pin, and moved quietly to the doorway of the sitting room before turning the lights on.
A cat was sitting on the floor. One with black and white fur. Sam nearly dropped the rolling pin in surprise and couldn't help but ask it, "How did you get in here?" despite knowing that it was a cat and cats couldn't speak. Something fluttered at the corner of her eyes and she glanced up to see a window open, a breeze from outside disturbing the curtains. Ah. She had forgotten to close a window. Maybe this was a neighbor's cat who had decided to go on a little adventure. It was to late to go knocking from door to door and she didn't want to just throw it out. Sam looked back down at the animal and shrugged. "Don't get too comfortable here, Cat. Tomorrow we're going to take you back where you belong. But tonight..."
Why was she talking to the cat? Sam immediately fell silent and after a few more moments of eye contact with the cat she shrugged again and moved back into the kitchen. She got her water and then poured a bit of milk into a little bowl and set it down on the floor in the living room. In case it was thirsty. Deciding she was too lazy to fight the darkness to find her bedroom, or to take her boots off, Sam lowered herself onto the couch and turned the television on. That helped her sleep sometimes. Some late night show was playing, and she decided that was better than nothing. She lowered the volume and curled up on the couch, but was only able to keep her eyes open for a few minutes. Sam rested her head against a throw pillow and entertained herself with the idea that the cat would curl up on the couch with her as she dozed off.
Looks good. I'll work up my intro and get it posted soon. Is it okay if I have Sam discover the cat in my intro? If yes what does Dorothea look like as a cat?
Feel free to PM me so we can see if we can one going. Would it be too much trouble to ask for a post sample from you?
Bumping (again).
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