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    Anime & Manga 
If your hurt the White Devil's feelings, your life is forfeit, or so it is said.

    Comic Books 
Supergirl: I grew up on Krypton, didn't I? Everyone who did knows about Brainiac. He's what kept us from going out after dark.
Superman: You're... scared?
Supergirl: It was the scariest thing that ever happened on Krypton. Next to the day it died. I'll never forget Brainiac.

Reed: It turns out they speak trinary code. So I said to them, "I am Reed Richards of the Fantastic Four, and I..."
Sue: Go on...
Reed: Actually, that's as far as I got. It was enough to send them running.

Outside the prison on Ryker's Island, Hurricane Linda rages. Inside? A storm of whispers chills the inmates to the bone. They fear the storm to come. That's how I like it. I am like the hurricane. There's a calm in my eye. And I'd like to blow them all away....

Someone said setup, hands slid towards holstered pistols. Someone said cops and I put the charge aside in case, but it made no sense... Someone said Punisher and the room turned arctic, if only for a second. Gratifying. But way too flattering.
Frank Castle, The Punisher MAX #50

I always used to say, you put Hitler, and the devil, and Gadaffi, and you name it, and The Batman in the room, Batman's still the scariest guy in the room.
Len Wein, Superheroes: A Never Ending Battle

Brothel owner: Throw those bums away!
Bouncers: But... those are Brous.
Brothel patron: Throw them away or you're fired!
Bouncers: We are fired.

- Joe Dalton: A cougar!
Cougar: A Dalton!
-The cougar runs like hell.-

Mr. Combustible: Oh Oswald... you're scared of a "mob killer"? Really?
The Penguin: It's not a mob killer. It's Lady Shiva.
Mr. Combustible: Come, girls. Let us find better accommodations for tonight.
Girl #1: What? Where?
Mr. Combustible: Anywhere but Gotham.
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    Fan Fiction 
I had experienced terror before, had woken up next to my murdered family and been chased by zombies. Over the past week I had looked death and worse in the eye, and while I didn’t laugh at it I had survived. I had kept my head and gotten myself to safety each time. But against this stallion, such a thing was impossible. Looking at him obliterated all thought, bone deep fear gripped my heart and lungs in a vice and a cold clammy sweat soaked me. Adrenaline burned in my veins, telling me, begging me to run, but my hooves were out of my control as surly as if I had sunken into the stone floor. I wasn’t just feeling fear, I was looking at it.
Sleet Gray's narration when meeting King Sombra, Fallout: Equestria: Snowfall

Mai shuddered. It was clear this...Matador had been the ominous presence she had felt. His murderous intent was so intense, in fact, that it was as if it was a palpable force in and of itself, clouding Mai's thoughts and chilling her to the bone. It wasn't simple fear. She had felt fear when she faced demons before. Demons were imposing in and of themselves, but Mai could say she had gotten used to them, at least on some level.

This...this was completely different.

Of course, to be fair, any ninja less than a kage or living legend who possessed the faintest degree of sense would only fight an opponent like Itachi Uchiha if there was absolutely no other option. There were loads of loonies and psychos in the world of rouge ninja, and all sorts of horror stories about the biggest and baddest bastards of the underworld, but even compared to the most feared and infamous criminals out there, a ninja wiping out their own clan was nothing to sneeze at.

And when that clan was, by itself, a force that could nearly rival the military of a hidden village, with centuries of history and a fearsome bloodline that could be traced back to the earliest days of shinobi history, a clan that most considered to be the elite of the elite, renowned for producing masters and prodigies with such frightening regularity that pretty much anyone bearing their family crest was automatically marked down as a potential serious threat... well, the person who accomplished that would become the boogieman's boogieman.

Holy crap, it's Angel!
Random vampire, Bring Me To Life

    Films — Animation 
Buzzy: Run, friend! Run!
Mowgli: Run? Why should I run?
Shere Khan: Why should you run? Could it be possible that you don't know who I am?
Mowgli: I know you, alright. You're Shere Khan.
Shere Khan: Precisely. (bares his claws) Then you should also know that everyone runs from Shere Khan.

The air grows still with a sudden chill, no talk, no laughs, no chatter
With trees shaking, the ground quaking, the crowd began to scatter
Out of his lair, came the third bear, with murder in his eyes
He took in the scene of love serene with jealousy and surprise
He was the roughest, toughest, meanest bear
Lumpjaw by name, a villain for fair

    Films — Live-Action 
There's two things you don't know about the Earth, Kid. One is me. And the other is... Godzilla.
Douglas Gordon, Godzilla: Final Wars

Well John isn't exactly the boogeyman. He's the guy you send to kill the fucking boogeyman.
Viggo, John Wick

Fear. Fear attracts the fearful, the strong, the weak, the innocent, the corrupt... fear. Fear is my ally.
Darth Maul, The Phantom Menace promotional clip

Goose: Holy shit, it's Viper.
Maverick: He's probably saying, "Holy shit, it's Maverick and Goose."
Goose: Yeah, I'm sure he's sayin' it.

One takes cyanide, another would let her arm be broken, neither will talk. Who puts that sort of fear into people?

"I want every gun we have to fire on that man..."
Kylo Ren regarding Luke Skywalker, The Last Jedi

Viggo: It's not what you did, son, that angers me so. It's who you did it to.
Iosef: Who? That fucking nobody?
Viggo: That "fuckin' nobody"... is John Wick. He once was an associate of ours. They call him "Baba Yaga."
Iosef: The Boogeyman?
Viggo: Well John wasn't exactly the Boogeyman. He was the one you sent to kill the fucking Boogeyman.
Iosef: Oh.
Viggo: John is a man of focus, commitment, sheer will... something you know very little about. I once saw him kill three men in a bar... with a pencil. With a fucking... pencil. Then suddenly one day he asked to leave. It's over a woman, of course. So I made a deal with him. I gave him an impossible task. A job no one could have pulled off. The bodies he buried that day laid the foundation of what we are now. And then my son, a few days after his wife died, you steal his car, and kill his fucking dog.

    Literature 

Frodo: What are the Black Riders?
Gildor: Has Gandalf told you nothing?
Frodo: Nothing about such creatures.
Gildor: Then I think it is not for me to say more, lest terror should keep you from your journey.

Shipmasters and their officers, as a separate class of Hij and as required by their trade, were particularly social creatures. Other Hij—generals, engineers, artisans of every sort, even choosers—jealously guarded their methods and thoughts to promote their own value, but shipmasters had to share their knowledge of the sea, the weather, and the meticulously crafted charts they were taught to make. They also shared tales of places they'd been, shores they'd seen—and enemies they'd fought. That information spread much more widely than any passed by comparatively insular regency generals, and the one ship that had entered the collective nightmares of Grik shipmasters everywhere, particularly those still commanding the hopelessly outdated "Indiamen," was USS Walker.

The Last Mistake was a place where the underworld of Camorr bubbled to the surface; a flat-out crook's tavern, where Right People of every sort could drink and speak freely of their business, where respectable citizens stood out like serpents in a nursery and were quickly escorted out the door by mean-looking, thick-armed men with very small imaginations.

Here entire gangs would come to drink and arrange jobs and just show themselves off. In their cups, men would argue loudly about the best way to strangle someone from behind, and the best sorts of poisons to use in wine or food. They would openly proclaim the folly of the duke's court, or his taxation schemes, or his diplomatic arrangements with the other cities of the Iron Sea. They would refight entire battles with dice and fragments of chicken bones as their armies, loudly announcing how they would have turned left when Duke Nicovante had gone right, how they would have stood fast when the five thousand blackened iron spears of the Mad Count's Rebellion had come surging down Godsgate Hill toward them.

But not one of them, no matter how far doused in liquor or Gaze of the strange narcotic powders of Jerem—no matter what feats of generalship or statecraft he credited himself with the foresight to bring off—would dare suggest to Capa Vencarlo Barsavi that he should ever change so much as a single button on his waistcoat.

But [Lussk's] most outstanding feature was the self-contained silence that hovered around him like a lethal cloud. To approach him closely was to experience a climate of dull dread; the one or two times Nickter had accidentally bumped into Lussk in the halls of the academy, he'd actually felt the temperature drop along with the oxygen content. Lussk emanated menace; he breathed it out like carbon dioxide.

Alkmene wasted a good two heartbeats looking at Hanno like he’d just murdered her puppy. The Calamities, as in those scary Praesi fuckers up north with a graveyard full of heroes behind their lair? Shit. Shit. Words stronger than shit, which were not coming at the moment because oh Gods they were all about to die.

From all reports, progress was good. Jackson’s men were estimated to arrive in less than ten hours. Salazar’s troops had not even seen any fighting yet.
Then a name reached them.
Gohvis. Bearing down on them from the north.

Aeron "Damphair": No godless man may sit the Seastone Chair!
Euron "Crow's-Eye": I am the godliest man ever to raise sail! You serve one god, Damphair, but I have served ten thousand. From Ib to Asshai, when men see my sails, they pray.

Status as a (temporary) Angel of Music afforded a degree of protection. She was grateful to be in the employ of an individual more terrifying than any colossus of capital. Those who'd happily see impertinent females skinned alive, beheaded by a Lord High Executioner or bankrupted by a libel suit thought twice about crossing Monsieur Erik. No one wants a chandelier falling on their head.

And I, Faethor Ferenczy – known to the Franks as the Black One, or Black Grigor, the Hungarian Devil – I was ever in the thick of it. The thickest. For three days, I glutted myself as if there were no end to my lust.
I did not know it but the end – my end, the end of glory, of power, of notoriety – was already looming. For I had forgotten the prime rule of the Wamphyri: do not be seen to be too different. Be strong, but not overpowering. Be lustful, but not a legendary satyr. Command respect, but not devotion. And above all do nothing to cause your peers, or those who have the power to consider themselves your superiors, to become afraid of you. But I had been burned by Greek fire and it had merely infuriated me. And rapacious? For every man I had killed I had taken a woman, as many as thirty in a day and a night. My Szgany looked to me as a sort of god – or devil. And finally... finally, of course, the Crusaders proper had come to fear me. More than all matters of 'conscience', more than all the murder and rape and blasphemies they had committed, my deeds had given them bad dreams.

    Live-Action TV 
Walter White: You all know exactly who I am. Say my name.
Declan: Do what? I don't–I don't have a damn clue who the hell you are.
Walter: Yeah, you do. I'm the cook. I'm the man who killed Gus Fring.
Declan: Bullshit. Cartel got Fring.
Walter: You sure? That's right. Now say my name.
Declan: (quietly) ...You're Heisenberg.
Walter: You're goddamn right.
Breaking Bad, "Say My Name"

I'm the thing that monsters have nightmares about. And right now, you and me are gonna show 'em why.
Buffy Summers, Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Alexi: (About Micheal Weston) You joke. Everyone in Russian Special Forces has heard the name Westen. He's like the Boogeyman: not real.
Sam: I don't know about that. (Mike shows Alexi his license.)
Alexi: It's fake. You can't be.
Mike: (In Russian) Do you have a brother? I shot a man once... who looked like you. In Kiev. In '93 I think. I'm sure you heard about it. The Spetsnaz team... that tried to sell a warhead. Nobody... ever saw them... again. (Oh, Crap! look from Alexi) That was a good winter for me. (Laughs.)
Burn Notice, "Past & Future Tense"

Matt Murdock: I know you're regaining power in here.
Wilson Fisk: Yes, ask my lawyer. He'll deny it. Ask the guards! They'll deny it. Ask the inmates here. They'll cut their tongues out before they talk!
Daredevil, "Man in the Box"

Five million Cybermen? Easy. One Doctor? Now you're scared.

There was a goblin, or a trickster, or a warrior. A nameless, terrible thing, soaked in the blood of a billion galaxies. The most feared being in all the cosmos. And nothing could stop it, or hold it, or reason with it. One day it would just drop out of the sky and tear down your world.
The Doctor unknowingly describing himself, Doctor Who, "The Pandorica Opens"

Seven kingdoms united in fear of Tywin Lannister.
Tyrion Lannister, Game of Thrones

Wynn Duffy: Let me tell you about Theo Tonin. The man carries an ear in his pocket. He carries a human ear in his pocket. And when he wants to talk to somebody, he wants to get their attention, he reaches into his pocket, takes out the ear, and he speaks directly into it.
Boyd Crowder: What does he say?
Wynn Duffy: The point is, Mr. Crowder, when he asks me, and he will, where Robert Quarles is, does Theo Tonin sound like the kind of man to whom you'd like to say, "I'm sorry, but he escaped from a disease-ridden whore factory up in inbred holler"?!
Justified, "Coalition"

I was terrified of him. Everyone was terrified of Doug. I've seen grown men... pull their own heads off rather than see Doug. Even Dimsdale was frightened of Doug...
Monty Python's Flying Circus, "Piranha Brothers" sketch

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    Tabletop Games 
From everything I've ever seen and heard, these are the absolute worst: you can be serving them aperitifs one evening and the very next night, you're strapped to a lab table, being pulled apart by their flesh-shaping talons and reassembled into something that they happen to like better. Mutated like some Frankestein monster or radiation accident, or fed to the latest creations. They like torture, too - positively delight in pulling you apart nerve by nerve, just to hear what pitch you scream in. No, that's not right. The worst part is that they don't delight in it: they just hang back like some doctor or something, curiously watching the raw mass of manflesh on the table squirm and twitch, like they're running some goddamn experiment.
I've heard that some people go to them willingly. "Make me beautiful," they say. "Make me muscular." "Teach me to do what you do."
Never go to the Fiends. If you ever see one, or even hear there's one around, run. Try to get away, even if it kills you.
—Ghoul perspective on the Tzimisce, Vampire: The Masquerade - Ghouls: Fatal Attraction

If I run into a Nephandus, I run away. If I even think that there's one nearby, I clear out and then I tell my buddies. I am not big on dying, or eternal soul torture, or emotional games or becoming someone's pawn in a sick parody of a cosmic joke played out on the entire human race.
I'd shoot the damn bastards in the back if I could trust a gun to work on them.
Mark Gillain, Mage: The Ascension - Lost Paths

Even the oldest smugglers and fences cannot remember a time when things were different. As they learned their illicit trades from the greybeards of the day, they were taught not to cross the Master of Shadows, and of the grisly fates that have defied his wishes. Every lowlife thief and petty crook in the east dock has heard of "Bent Harald," how he was found with no hands or heart after he burgled a nobleman's house against the Master of Shadows' orders. Then there is the tale of the Great Temple, his dead face screaming in a pale rictus of utter terror. Everyone knows not to cross the Master of Shadows, for his spies see every misdeed and his retribution is truly terrible.
Were these underground denizens to know the truth, their terror would be all the greater.
Warhammer: Vampire Counts Army Book (7th edition)

Man has learned to fear Malagor as a devil without equal, and even the merest sign of his presence can send the defenders of a town into the cold embrace of terror, robbing their will to fight.
When Malagor takes to the battleifled, the direst of blasphemies are sue to be enacted on those who dare to face him. It was Malagor who ripped in two the state colours of the army of Averland; who cast down the statue of Sigmar Ascendant from atop the greatest temple in Altdorf, crushing the congregation; who drenched a hundred maddened Flagellants in oil and set them afire the Church of Grunberg, burning down the building along with half the town; who caused the waters of the Stir to flood and boil as the Knights Griffon forded it near Wurtbad, cooking each within his armour.
Warhammer: Beastmen Army Book (8th edition)

Within the year, the crime rate of Nostramo had fallen away to nothing. Society was transformed, and the ripples were felt all over the planet. Quintus developed a self-imposed curfew; none strayed out later than early evening. The midnight streets, previously buzzing with activity, were as silent as the grave. Mothers threatened disobedient children with the depraved attentions of the Night Haunter. Soon, the name became more commonplace, used by the populace as a whole. Rumours of a hideous, dark creature that stalked the alleyways and tunnels, its claws ever-ready to disembowel those who strayed, abounded within the city. The citizens of Quintus lived a half-life of fear, silent lest their words should be taken as heresy. Nostramo was ripe for the rule of the Night Haunter.

One enduring story is that of the Red Monk, and those that recount the tales do so with dread-filled voices. Encountered only on the days when dozens of foreign stars split the skies, the Red Monk appears on the horizon and moves with a determined stride. He bears no mark or sigil beyond a golden hourglass etched into his vermilion robes, and as they billow around him all nearby creatures act in opposition to their desires. The Helwyr tell of fearless Scale-Drake herds that flee at the sight of him, how crazed Helbrutes calm unnaturally in his presence, and of titanic battles between the Monk and enormous Frostwyrms that take place far from the Frozen Wastes. As the years pass, the tribes add more examples of the Red Monk’s power to the legend, but each tale ends with the same warning: run.
Black Crusade: The Tome Of Excess

You see a person wearing a distinctive hat pushing through the crowd. It's a witch hunter's hat.

    Theatre 
Strong men tremble when they hear it
They've got cause enough to fear it
It's much blacker than they smear it
Nobody mentions... My name.
Rich men take their five pound notes out
Saves me emptying their coats out
They know I could tear their throats out
Just to live up to... My name!
Bill Sykes, Oliver!

    Video Games 
Blackbeard: Caution's nothing without charisma! For if a man plays the fool, then it's only fools he'll persuade. But appear to be the devil, and all men will submit.
Edward: And would you be the devil?
Blackbeard: For an audience, aye. It's all a big show. Give your quarry something to fear, some hellish thing from a fever'd dream, and men will drop to their knees pleading for their Lord before aught else!

When the mugger or the thief stops to think twice: that is fear. That is what I am. That is why they hired assassins - because I am the reason criminals breathe easier when the sun rises.

Tevinter Soldier: Wait! You are no Tevinter! Who are you?
Warden: I am [Name], the Grey Warden.
Tevinter Soldier: Oh no, I have heard of you! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! ATTACK!

Do not pursue Lu Bu.
Yuan Shao, Dynasty Warriors

But there is one they fear. In their tongue, he is Dovahkiin, Dragonborn!
Esbern, The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim trailer

Pandora: You're the Ghost of Sparta. Everyone knows who you are. Everyone is afraid of you.
Kratos: There are reasons for that.

When the Krogan name a Thresher Maw, you know you're in trouble. They don't think anyone is ever gonna kill it.
Garrus on Kalros, Mass Effect 3

Seems this "Queen of Blades" got everybody running scared...

The Heavy: I fear no man! But that... thing... It scares me.
The Scout: No, I... I-I ain't talkin' about that freak, alright? ...He's not here, is she?! [fiddles with microphone] How do I get this [bumps microphone]-ing thing off?!
The Spy: [dramatically smokes cigarette] One shudders to imagine what inhuman thoughts lie behind that mask... What dreams of chronic and sustained cruelty...
Team Fortress 2, "Meet the Pyro"

"I got the captain drunk enough and he took us right there. They feared me, you know. They fear those who seek the Name."
The Northbound Parlamentarian, Fallen London

He is here.
The Dark Lord of Hell, DOOM (2016), when the Doom Slayer arrives in Hell

"In the first age, in the first battle, when the shadows first lengthened, one stood. Burned by the embers of Armageddon, his soul blistered by the fires of Hell and tainted beyond ascension, he chose the path of perpetual torment. In his ravenous hatred he found no peace; and with boiling blood he scoured the Umbral Plains seeking vengeance against the dark lords who had wronged him. He wore the crown of the Night Sentinels, and those that tasted the bite of his sword named himThe Doom Slayer."
Slayer's Testament I, DOOM (2016)

Warning: The Slayer has entered the facility.
PSA Accouncement, Doom Eternal

"Ravenwest... Just our luck. We should aim for third."
Team manager, GRID

Read this very carefully: Do not lose Lilith.
She's the real deal. Her seventeen names tripped some alarms on my computer. We're in an alert with a color I've never seen. Way past Defcon-5. The talking heads, the ones at the very tippy-top of the pyramid are sending word directly to me. They never do that!
I don't believe in God, but I'm afraid of him, and I'm more afraid of the talking heads, and they're afraid of her. Stay on her. I don't know what will happen to either of us if you don't.
I'm not fucking around.
Kirsten Geary, The Secret World'

"If I could give any advice to the last few remaining bad guys in the game, it would be this:
Forget about your world domination or destruction plans, pack your suitcases, go home, and pray you never hear the name Ash Lambert EVER again."

[Alex Mercer has just shown up]
Heller: Holy shit. Alex Mercer.
Radio: Alex Mer-? Oh, shit!

"It wasn't like anything we'd seen before. I can't explain it... Only that it was a form of fear itself."
Professor Tohjima about Snark, Mary Skelter: Nightmares

    Web Animation 
Raven: ... Old Man Oz has a great and terrible secret. One that could spread fear across the world. One that he eventually entrusted to our team... and once I knew, there was no going back. I needed to know more, but with every new discovery I made, the more horrifying the world became.
Yang: Okay. Then tell us. What's the big secret? What's so crazy that the rest of us don't know?
Raven: The Creatures of Grimm have a master named Salem. She can't be stopped. She can't be reasoned with. And she will not rest until humanity crumbles at her feet.
RWBY

    Web Comics 
Complains of Names: Ears! Thaco! Here comes Kore!
Minmax: The goblins are leaving. Why are the goblins leaving? Huh? Who's that guy?
Forgath: Wait. Kore? You mean like... The Kore? The Cursed Scourge of the Realm? Last of the greyhill paladins? That Kore? Oh no.

Goku... You don't understand. Freeza isn't just one hundred times stronger than the saiyans. He's invincible. You haven't even seen a fraction of his power! If you face him, you will die, it's that simple!

Haley: Crap! It's Redcloak!
Elan: Maybe it's just an illusion?
Belkar: Nah, that would mean we weren't totally boned.

[The Card-Carrying Villain Xaneth descends from the sky into a crowded street]
Xaneth: Ahem. Hello everyone. My name is Xaneth Antaris.
[Xaneth looks around the now-empty street]
Xaneth: Heh. It's the little things.
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    Web Original 
If you see the Beast, just run. Just run, and don't stop.
Anderson, Nan Quest

Why would an entire school literally run away from a group of bullies? What, do they stuff their pants with TNT or something?

Weeks or months ago, I might have had a hard time wearing that confidence the way Jack did. The history, the long sequence of events and conflicts where we’d come out ahead in our respective teams, it could just as easily be a burden, the accumulated weight of the various precedents we’d set, but we’d made it into our armor, something to make our enemies hesitate at a critical juncture.
Taylor commenting on using her reputation, Worm

"If you’re lucky, Imp slits your throat with you none the wiser, or Regent has one of your underlings stab you in the back, and you go quick. If you’re unlucky, Bitch’s dogs tear you to shreds, and it’s a long, drawn out, painful process. If you’re very unlucky, you get the worst of both worlds, and you deal with me."
Skitter putting the above philosophy into action, Worm

Deadshot: What about Batman?
Amanda Waller: What about Batman? You see him, run your little asses the other way!
Deadshot: You think we can't take him?
Amanda Waller: I think you are crazy.

"Oh, was that an ultimatum? I love ultimatums! Here's mine! (to his soldiers) Die to him, or die to me!"

    Western Animation 
Zuko: If the Earth Kingdom finds us, they'll have us killed.
Iroh: But if the Fire Nation finds us, they'll hand us over to Azula.
(beat)
Zuko: Earth Kingdom it is.

The time has come for benders to experience fear.

Mike: (as Chester while talking about Mal) There's a storm a-coming, dang nabbit!...
Mike: (as Svetlana while talking about Mal) I'm scared! After all those years, he's gonna return...
Total Drama All Stars, "Evil Dread"

Fish: Some say that he crawled out of a trench in the bottom of the ocean!
Pearl: He's the saltiest of the sea dogs!
Spongebob: He's the most hated creature in Bikini Bottom!
Mr. Krabs: And he finally's got the Krabby Patty!
Spongebob Squarepants, "The Algae Is Always Greener"

Timmy: You think they'll remember me?
(pan out to him on screen in a Yugopotamian theater)
Yugopotamian: It's Timmy Turner! The Earth warrior who ate the dreaded chocolate!
(the audience runs away in panic)
Cosmo: I'd call that a yes.
Fairly OddParents, "Totally Spaced Out"

Brian: Oh my God, that's Diedre Jackson!
Stewie: Who's that?
Brian: Only the deadliest fighter in all of women's boxing. She's killed three people in the ring. Her fists are so dangerous, she's not allowed to be a lesbian.
Family Guy, "Baby, You Knock Me Out"

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