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Watcher of the Dark Special Offer

The first week after launch is the most important time in the life of a traditionally published book.  Sales from the first week have a major impact on bestseller list appearances, bookstore reordering, and more.  So with that in mind I’ve decided to make a special offer to accompany the first week of Watcher of the Dark’s release…

Buy One Get One Free!

Buy Watcher of the Dark

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Then choose any one of the following ebooks to receive free of charge!

Here’s how it works…

1.  Buy Watcher of the Dark from your local bookseller or from any of the online stores linked below:

Amazon
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Kobo
Indiebound

2. Email a copy of your receipt to author@josephnassise.com

3. In the email specify what book you would like from the list and the format you would like it in (mobi for Kindle, epub for iPad, Nook, or Kobo)

4. I will deliver your free ebook via email shortly thereafter.

This offer is open to readers everywhere – even if you preordered Watcher – and available until midnight PST on Nov 26, 2013. 

(Sorry, but books in the Jeremiah Hunt, Chronicles, the Great Undead War series, and the Rogue Angel series are controlled by my publishers and I am unable to offer free copies of those in this special offer.)

 

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WATCHER OF THE DARK LAUNCH DAY!!

Watcher of the Dark – book three in the Jeremiah Hunt series and my twentieth published novel overall – comes out today from Tor Books in hardcover, ebook, and audio editions.

WatcheroftheDarkcoverNew Orleans was nearly the death of Jeremiah Hunt, between a too-close brush with the FBI and a chilling, soul-searing journey through the realm of the dead that culminated with a do-or-die confrontation with Death himself.

Hunt survived, but found no peace. When he performs an arcane ritual to reclaim the soul of the magically gifted, beautiful women who once saved him, he must flee the law once again, to the temporary sanctuary of Los Angeles, city of angels.

In L.A., Hunt must contend with Carlos Fuentes, who sees in the blind exorcist a means to obtain the mystical key that opens the gates of Hell. Fuentes knows Hunt’s weakness is his loyalty – to the woman he loves and to another supernaturally gifted friend – and threatens to torture them in order to get Hunt help complete his dreadful quest.

Hunt has learned a lot since his life was irrevocably hijacked by faith months ago. But when enigmatic Preacher calls in his marker for helping Hunt in New Orleans, Hunt knows that all his newfound experience and ability will go for naught unless he can keep both the Preacher and Fuentes at bay long enough to somehow find a way to free his friends from mortal peril.

In WATCHER OF THE DARK, take a trip to the dark underbelly of the City of Angels to experience an engrossing mix of fantasy, thriller, and horror. This book is sure to leave you sleeping with the lights on!

Get yours from your favorite bookseller:

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RT Reviewer’s Choice Award Nominee

Watcher of the DarkA bit of good news to share – Watcher of the Dark is a nominee in the RT Reviewers Choice Awards in the Urban Fantasy Protagonist category!

Here’s the complete list of nominees:

Frost Burned by Patricia Briggs, ACE (March 2013)
Hot Blooded by Amanda Carlson, ORBIT (April 2013)
Binding the Shadows by Jenn Bennet, POCKET (June 2013)
Tempest Reborn by Nicole Peeler, ORBIT (June 2013)
Blood Bond by Jeanne C. Stein, ACE (September 2013)
Watcher of the Dark by Joseph Nassise, TOR (November 2013)

RT Book Reviews also named WATCHER a TOP PICK and gave it four and a half stars in their review, so I’m doubly pleased by the news!

10 Days of Halloween Specials – Day Three: Eater of Souls (A Dead Man Novella)

It’s day three of my 10 Days of Halloween Specials and this time I’ve got a real treat for you – the worldwide release of Eater of Souls, the first Dead Man story in the new Kindle Worlds program for just $1.99!

Around this time last year Lee Goldberg and Bill Rabkin graciously asked me to write a novella for their new series, The Dead Man.  I had an overfull plate – four books to write for three other publishers – and was never able to finish the project in a way that the three of us were happy with.  When my schedule cleared up this past summer I was finally able to do that.  It was right around the same time that Lee announced that The Dead Man would be joining the Kindle Worlds program, so I jumped at the chance to get the project out to the reading public.

What better Halloween special can there be but a story about a man who comes back from the dead to find himself in a battle between good and evil?

The Dead Man: Eater of Souls

THE DEAD MAN: EATER OF SOULS (A Kindle Worlds Novella)

Matt Cahill was an ordinary man leading a simple life until a shocking accident changed everything. Now he can see a nightmarish netherworld that exists within our own. Now he’s on a dangerous quest for the answers to who he is and what he has become…and engaged in an epic battle to save us, and his soul, from the clutches of pure evil.

Matt receives a cryptic warning of an impending school shooting from a fellow subway passenger just seconds before the man steps in front of a speeding train. The incident has Mr. Dark’s hallmarks all over it. Can Matt find the shooter in time to stop a horrific massacre?

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Watcher of the Dark Sneak Peek

Watcher of the Dark’s release date is just around the corner (Nov. 19th) and I thought it high time I gave you all a glimpse into what’s in store for Jeremiah and company in this supernatural thriller, the third book of the Jeremiah Hunt Chronicle.   Click on the book cover below to read the first chapter…

 

 

Limbus, Inc. now available

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Limbus, Inc.

A shared-world anthology from featuring Jonathan Maberry and Joseph Nassise!

Are you laid off, downsized, undersized? Call us. We employ. 1-800-555-0606 How lucky do you feel?

So reads the business card from LIMBUS, INC., a shadowy employment agency that operates at the edge of the normal world. LIMBUS’s employees are just as suspicious and ephemeral as the motives of the company, if indeed it could be called a company in the ordinary sense of the word.

In this shared-world anthology, five heavy hitters from the dark worlds of horror, fantasy, and scifi pool their warped takes on the shadow organization that offers employment of the most unusual kind to those on the fringes of society.

One thing’s for sure – you’ll never think the same way again about the fine print on your next employment application!

 

What Others Are Saying…

Publishers Weekly – “This shared-world anthology about a mysterious metaphysical employment agency is pleasingly consistent in tone. The execution and intriguing theme leave the reader wanting more.”

“Limbus, Inc. is a brilliant concept that lets writers share a world while allowing their imaginations free rein. Ethridge, Mayberry, Nassise, Petty, and Talley take full advantage of all that creative elbow room and serve up some tasty stories. Do not miss this.” - F. Paul Wilson

“Get street level in crazy town. Limbus, Inc. finds a new kind of noir.” – Weston Ochse, author of Seal Team 666.

“The five novellas in Limbus, Inc. are the kind of horror fiction I love most: Smart, scary, funny, edgy, melancholy, and set in a world I recognize all too well. The most frightening elements here aren’t alien princesses with insatiable appetites, ancient murder cults, or shapeshifting assassins, but desperation, hunger, neverending wars, and a wealthy class all too eager to prey on the rest of us. Limbus, Inc. isn’t just kickass – it’s five kinds of kickass.” - Lisa Morton, four-time Bram Stoker Award-winning author of The Castle of Los Angeles

“Limbus, Inc. is the best shared world anthology I’ve come across in the last twenty years. It was absolutely outstanding – five perfect stories from five of the top names in the business. Even the best shared world anthologies can, at times, play a little fast and loose with continuity, but not so Limbus, Inc. Editor Anne C. Petty has put together such a flexible, yet finely realized world here that the five voices she’s brought together sound like a choir warmed up in hell. This book is going to set the bar for shared world anthologies for a long time to come. Mark my words.” - Joe McKinney, Bram Stoker Award-winning author of Flesh Eaters and Inheritance

“An infinity of Earths and an infinity of possibilities…all connected by a single shadowy entity–Limbus, Inc. Their goal: to match the person to the job, regardless of where that job might lead in time and space. The result: aliens, ancient gods, and characters with secrets too dark to be revealed but too dangerous to keep hidden. Too large for a single volume, the tales of Limbus, Inc., explore worlds of the imagination. And far beyond. But beware! Like so many good things, the stories of Limbus, Inc., can be addicting. One is just not enough. For those of us who welcome the obsession to excellent storytelling, there is an entire volume…and more to come.” – Dr. Michael R. Collings

“Five excellent authors. Five wonderful stories. Slaughterers and robot emissaries. Slave traders and monsters. Welcome to the amazing multiverse of Limbus, Inc.” – Allyson Bird, Author

“I can honestly say that all of the stories in Limbus, Inc. were riveting – to the point of being mesmerizing. If you are looking for an anthology that is truly different from the run of the mill, and one that takes itself seriously enough to commission the best tales from its first class authors, then I highly recommend you pick up Limbus, Inc.” – TT Zuma – HorrorWorld.com

“Listen up, fans. Limbus, Inc. is a delight. Remember all those alternate universes suggested by classics such as The Outer Limits and The Twilight Zone? Turns out they’re for real. Only one sinister corporation controls all of the entrances-and there are no exits.” – Harry Shannon, Stoker nominated author of Dead and Gone and The Hungry

A Sneak Peek at Templar Chronicles #4 – INFERNAL GAMES

CHAPTER ONE

Simon Logan lay on the cot in the corner of his cell, listening to the voices of the dead whisper to him from out of the darkness.

Their voices helped him, sustained him. They lifted him out of the depth of his despair and gave him the courage he needed to face each day as if it were not identical to the one before it and the one before that and so on back through an endless succession of such periods, the sterility of prison life blurring into one long, endless repetition of the same activities that were designed to break his will and turn him into an obedient little prisoner.

The voices were his sanity and his salvation.

And while he listened, the dead told him things.

Important things.

Things he couldn’t have known otherwise.

The dead were his friends, you see, the whisper of their voices like the caress of a lover in the depths of the night. They told him of the world outside these walls, of the events that transpired there while he was locked away in that meager eight-by-eight foot space, and in turn he gave them tasks to perform, orders to carry out, providing a purpose and direction for their existence that they thought had been lost lost forever.

It was the perfect symbiotic relationship.

The wards, bindings, and other enchantments built into the walls of his cell kept him from doing anything more than speaking with the dead, but speaking with them was enough for now. Logan lay on his bunk in the darkness, conserving his energy, knowing he was going to need it if the voices were right, if today was, indeed, his day of salvation.

It was still early afternoon when the voices told him that the guards were headed in his direction. His cell had no clock and this far underground there wasn’t a window to let him judge the passage of the sun across the sky, but he knew what time it was just the same. He’d always been able to sense the coming of darkness for decades and right now his senses were telling him that darkness was still many hours away.

That was fine; he was patient. He could wait.

He thanked the dead for their service and then sent them on their way with the messages he had prepared for just this eventuality. The time had come; he could feel it in his bones.

The footsteps stopped and the lights flashed on suddenly, harsh and blinding: the move designed to disorient, perhaps even to cause physical pain. He was abruptly thrust from the utter darkness of long days spent in solitary confinement, but he’d been forewarned and so was not caught by their petty game, sitting on his bunk with his eyes held gently shut when the flare of brilliance chased away the darkness. By the time that the guards arrived at the door of his individual cell, his eyes had adjusted to the light enough to be able to see without difficulty.

There were nine of them; an auspicious number.

The duty captain stepped up to the outer cell door and said, “Assume the position.”

The man was nervous; Logan could smell his fear from five feet away. It made him want to smile, but he made sure to keep the grin off his face and his expression carefully neutral. Anything else would simply earn him a beating.

He got up from his bunk and crossed to the door of his cell. Turning around, he slid his hands through the waist-high slot and then winced as the duty captain on the other side slipped a zip tie around his wrists and cinched it tighter than necessary.

“Okay, you know the drill. Back off.”

He followed the duty captain’s orders, pulling his hands back out of the slot and stepping away from the door, giving the guards room to open the door and enter the cell.

They formed up around him, with the duty captain to his left, holding his arm, and the others arrayed in groups of four before and behind him. When the duty captain gave the signal, they led him down the hall and then up the three flights of stairs to the general population level. The raucous noise that usually filled the cavernous space quieted as they realized who was being brought up. Soon all of the other inmates were standing at the fronts of their cells, staring in silence at the procession as it made its way slowly past.

Even in here, amidst the worst of the Order’s enemies, the man once known only as the Necromancer commanded respect and fear.

It had been just over two months since Logan had requested an audience with Knight Commander Cade Williams and given him information that had eventually led to the confrontation with the Chiang Shih and the deaths of dozens of Templar soldiers. For his part in the process he’d been transferred to solitary confinement and left to rot alone in the darkness with barely enough food to survive. Rather than break him, however, the change in circumstances had proved to be a boon. No longer haunted by the ghost of Cade’s dead wife, Gabrielle, the Necromancer had slowly begun to recover and was now in better physical condition than he had been since arriving at the prison.

The guards took him through general population and then up five more levels, passing through a checkpoint each time, until they reached the ground floor. There they went through a successive series of checkpoints until, nearly a half an hour after they started, the group stood before the massive double doors leading to the main entrance and the transport yard just beyond.

The duty captain stepped forward, a rubber ball gag, the kind favored by S&M enthusiasts with straps that allowed the gag to be pulled tight and secured around the back of the head, in one hand. He held it up for the prisoner to see.

“Open up,” he said.

For a second, Logan hesitated. It was more a result of being startled by something so out of the ordinary than any real objection to the request, but that second was enough. The duty captain had been waiting for an excuse to cause his prisoner some misery and that was all he needed. He looked over Logan’s shoulder and nodded to the guard behind him. Logan didn’t even have time to brace for the impact before what felt like a sledgehammer drove itself into his kidney full bore. For a moment everything went white as his body tried to process the massive shock it had just received.

When he came back to himself again, he found he was down on his knees with a guard holding tightly to each arm as the duty captain shoved the gag into his mouth and pulled it tight. Logan didn’t fight back; it would only escalate into a beating and he didn’t want to take the chance of being injured right now.

Patience. Their time will come.

The gag and handcuffs were redundant inside the prison, as the wards built into the very foundations of the building kept him from accessing his power in any significant way, so the use of the restraints now indicated that they were taking him outside the gates, most likely as part of a transfer to a new facility. After spending the last six months locked away beneath the ground in solitary confinement, the idea of walking out those doors was almost daunting.

Almost.

The duty captain stopped at the checkpoint and the Necromancer listened in to what was being said.

“What have you got, Charlie?” asked the officer on the other side of the bullet-proof glass of the control booth with a bored tone.

“Transfer to Longfort post-trial. There to remain until the end of time.”

The other officer’s laugh was muffled by the glass. “We can only hope, right?”

That’s interesting, the Necromancer thought as he ignored the joke. Apparently he’d been tried and found guilty in absentia; he certainly hadn’t attended any proceedings of that type in the last two months. He thought of the promise Knight Commander Williams had made to him several months before. A view of the sunlight, before the end of his trial. That had been the deal.

Better late than never, he guessed.

Papers were passed over, signed, and passed back again. When all was in order the group was allowed to proceed through the checkpoint to the final barrier, a thick set of double doors made of reinforced concrete. The duty captain took a tighter hold on Logan’s arm and with a loud clang the doors began to slide slowly apart.

A lobby like one found in most modern business buildings was just beyond the doors, part of the cover the Order had set up around the facility. Security guards stationed behind the “information booth” eyed him curiously as he was marched past, but they knew better than to speak to him.

Logan barely gave them a passing glance, as his attention was fixed firmly on his destination.

A transport bus was waiting outside.

The guards didn’t hesitate, just hustled him out the doors into the cold, February snow and over to the waiting vehicle. The driver opened the doors as they approached so the group didn’t even have to slow down as they led him up the stairs and down the aisle to the back of the bus where a specially prepared enclosure awaited.

It wasn’t much to look at, just a chair welded to the floor inside a box of bullet-proof glass, but the moment that he was shoved into the seat he felt the bindings that were etched into the walls around him, bindings designed to keep him from using his powers against those on the other side of the glass. He was like a newborn babe, naked and unprotected from those who might wish him harm.

Or so they thought.

Two guards stepped inside the box with him and quickly wrapped him in several sets of thick iron chains which the duty captain then secured with a special set of blessed padlocks. Their job finished, the guards stepped out of the enclosure and closed the door of the box behind them, securing that with a lock as well. Satisfied that all was as it should be, the guards moved several seats forward and sat down facing the front of the bus, their weapons by their sides.

The Necromancer wanted to laugh at the theatrics. He missed his old nemesis; had Williams been in charge he would have been drugged into unconsciousness, bound with silver, and sealed inside a protective circle before they would have even thought about taking him from his cell. This lot was making things far too easy.

He glanced out the window at the place where he had just spent the last six months of his life. The innocuous little building known to the Order as the Bennington Containment Facility looked more like a public high school than a maximum security prison for offenders of some of the world’s worst evils, but that was hardly a surprise. The Templars had had centuries to perfect the art of hiding in the open and even he had to admit that they did it quite well.

“Let’s roll,” the duty captain called forward and the driver raised a hand in reply. There was a moment spent as the driver started the vehicle’s oversized engine and threw her into gear and then, with a sudden jerk, the bus got underway.

The first three hours passed without incident. Logan had long ago learned the art of sitting patiently and he practiced that now as he waited for the right time. At first the guards were tense, constantly looking over their shoulders in his direction as if he might pull a Harry Houdini and escape from his bonds right before their very eyes, but as time passed and he remained securely bound, they began to relax. Relaxation eventually turned to boredom and boredom to complacency.

Logan felt them long before seeing them, their presence like a beacon in the night to one with his powers. He prepared himself for what was to come, knowing there would be a moment of vulnerability when the guards might think of opening his “cell” and shooting him in the head rather than taking the chance that he might escape into the world once more. He didn’t expect them to have enough presence of mind to think of it, but better safe than sorry. He focused inward, centering himself and gathering what power he could just in case he would need it.

The bus rolled onward.

Several moments later the headlights picked up the first wispy strands of a low-lying fog creeping along the road, but the driver barely noticed. The suddenly changing temperatures at this time of year often caused a bit of ground fog and he gave it no mind as he continued forward, unaware that in doing so he’d just committed everyone aboard to the events which were to follow.

A hundred yards down the road the fog had risen to cover the wheels of the bus and the driver was starting to grow a little concerned. It had grown thicker as well as higher, limiting the driver’s ability to see any obstacles that might be in the road ahead of him, and he naturally slowed the vehicle down as a result.

It never occurred to him to wonder where fog like this had come from on such a cold night.

Noting the change in speed, the duty captain came forward and crouched down beside the driver. “What’s the delay?” he asked, none to happy to be slowing down given the particular cargo they were carrying.

The driver waved at the windshield ahead of them. “Can’t see shit. If I hit something at this speed we’ll be in serious trouble. Better to slow down now than pay for it later.”

As much as he disliked the idea of slowing down, the duty captain knew the driver was right. “All right,” he said, clapping the other man on the shoulder. “It’s your bus; you know what’s best. Just get us there.”

“I’ll do my…

The driver never finished his sentence, distracted as he was by the way the engine of the bus coughed once and then died.

The loss of power meant the steering and brakes reverted to manual control and the driver suddenly found himself trying to steer a twelve ton behemoth rolling forward at just over twenty-five miles per hour. To their right was a forest of thick pine, to their left the yawning mouth of a narrow ravine; the driver did not want a closer look at either. The muscles on his arms stood out as he strained to hold the vehicle on course. He pumped the brakes frantically with both feet in an effort to get the bus to slow down and come to a stop, thanking God as he did for his foresight in slowing the bus just moments before. If they had still been travelling at the higher rate of speed they wouldn’t have had a chance.

“Give me a hand!” he yelled and the duty captain jumped to his aid, grabbing the wheel with both hands and adding his strength to the driver’s. Between the two of them they were able to keep the bus on the road and pointed in the right direction until it slowly ground to a halt several long and tense minutes later.

That’s when they noticed the fog.

No longer content to lie clinging to the ground in slowly drifting pools and eddies, this fog seemed to have a life of its own. It had sprung up like a wall all about them, leaving a clear patch of ground roughly ten feet on all sides of the bus, so that they seemed to be sitting in a special little clearing of their own. The fog twisted and turned, churning about, and both men would have sworn that they saw faces in its depths; grey, distorted shapes with black, bottom-less holes for eyes and mouths opened wide in silent screams…

Movement of a different sort within the depths of the fog became clearer as an individual in a long black robe stepped out in front of the bus, his face hidden in the depths of his hood.

“What the hell…?” said the duty captain.

As if in response, the newcomer reached up, grasped the edges of his hood, and pulled it back, revealing his face to the men on the bus. The coarse black thread that had been used to sew his lips and eyes shut, precautions used to keep him from seeing or speaking in the afterlife, stood out in stark contrast to the light grey coloration of his dead flesh while the glint of metal in his ears marked where molten silver had been poured into place to keep him from hearing.

The living watched as the dead man lifted an arm and pointed at the bus.

The duty captain turned his head just in time to see something monstrous emerge from the fog on the right side of the bus. As his mind was still trying to make sense of what it was seeing, the creature slammed into the side of the bus with all the force of a runaway train. Tires popped as the bus slid sideways for several yards, stopping just inches away from the edge of the embankment.

Men were screaming, guns were firing, but the duty captain didn’t notice. His gaze was locked on that of the prisoner in the back of the bus, the prisoner who couldn’t speak around the gag placed in his mouth but whose laughter was somehow ringing loudly in the duty captain’s ears as the thing outside slammed into the bus for a second time, sending it careening over the edge of the embankment and tumbling, down, down, toward the ravine floor below…

INFERNAL GAMES

World-wide Release coming January 30, 2013

Latest Audio Release – Library of Gold

Just in time to make a terrific gift in someone’s Christmas stocking, GraphicAudio has released another of my Rogue Angel novels as a full-cast audio drama complete with musical score and special sound effects.  I love these editions and can’t wait to listen to this one in its entirety!

Library of Gold (Rogue Angel #37)

He was one of Russia’s most infamous rulers, and he alone held the key to a legendary Byzantine collection of books, given to him in the dowry of Princess Sophia of Constantinople. Ivan Vasilyevich-otherwise known as Ivan the Terrible-owned a library filled with rare and priceless tomes that men would kill for. Would die for. But the czar carried the knowledge of its whereabouts to his grave. And it falls to archaeologist Annja Creed, almost five hundred years later, to discover the secrets of the Library of Gold.

When the opportunity to unravel the mystery of this so-called eighth wonder of the world lands in Annja’s lap, she can’t resist. Armed with a diary of cryptic clues, she embarks on a journey to Russia, where she must somehow find her way into the very heart of the country, beneath the Kremlin. But Annja soon discovers she’s racing a ruthless KGB agent driven by sinister motives. She finds herself deep beneath the Russian soil in a dangerous game of cat and mouse… Will she be the next to mysteriously disappear from history?
 

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 Approximate Run Time: 5 hours

Release Date: December 2012
ISBN: 978-1-59950-924-2

December Top Pick!

RT Book Reviews Magazine recently reviewed KING OF THE DEAD and not only gave it four and 1/2 out of five stars but also named it a coveted Top Pick in their January issue!

“It isn’t often that a sequel surpasses expectations, but this is a rare exception. Once again, Nassise has written a thoroughly engrossing story that blends supernatural terrors with heart-wrenching depth and narrative wizardry…”

Drop by and read the full review HERE

KING OF THE DEAD is here!

It is release day for KING OF THE DEAD, book two in the Jeremiah Hunt Chronicle and most retailers have it for 40% off!

In a devil’s deal, Jeremiah Hunt sacrificed his human sight in exchange for the power to see the hidden world of ghosts and all of the darker spirits that prowl the streets. Hunt uncovered a world of murder and magic that took his daughter from him and nearly cost him his life, but that was only the beginning….

Now Hunt is on the run from the FBI, who have pegged him as a mass-murdering dark sorcerer. His flight from the law is diverted to New Orleans when his companion, a potent witch, has a horrific vision of the city under magical siege. When they arrive, they realize that the situation is more dire than they could have imagined: the world of the living faces a terrifying attack by forces from beyond the grave. King of the Dead, the second book in this groundbreaking series, promises more of Nassise’s electrifying writing that will enthrall readers looking for a supercharged, supernatural thrill.

You can get your copy in hardcover or ebook format at any major retailer, including:

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