Ghost Planet [NOOK Book]

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Psychologist Elizabeth Cole prepared for the worst when she accepted a job on a newly discovered world--a world where every colonist is tethered to an alien who manifests in the form of a dead loved one. But she never expected she'd struggle with the requirement to shun these "ghosts." She never expected to be so attracted to the charming Irishman assigned as her supervisor. And she certainly never expected to discover she died in a transport crash en route to the planet.

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Overview

Psychologist Elizabeth Cole prepared for the worst when she accepted a job on a newly discovered world--a world where every colonist is tethered to an alien who manifests in the form of a dead loved one. But she never expected she'd struggle with the requirement to shun these "ghosts." She never expected to be so attracted to the charming Irishman assigned as her supervisor. And she certainly never expected to discover she died in a transport crash en route to the planet.

As a ghost, Elizabeth is symbiotically linked to her supervisor, Murphy--creator of the Ghost Protocol, which forbids him to acknowledge or interact with her. Confused and alone--oppressed by her ghost status and tormented by forbidden love--Elizabeth works to unlock the secrets of her own existence.
But her quest for answers lands her in a tug-of-war between powerful interests, and she soon finds herself a pawn in the struggle for control of the planet…a struggle that could separate her forever from the man that she loves.

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“Fisher’s Ghost Planet grabs you right from the start and doesn’t let go. An entrancing, addicting read, it keeps you on the edge of your seat with a fresh and fascinating take on the human-alien problem, while at the same time seduces you with a poignant love story. It’s a psychological thriller, a science fiction adventure, and endearing romance all rolled up in one. Highly recommended!”

—Linnea Sinclair, award-winning author of the Dock Five series

“[A] won't-let-you-go story … hooked me right up front and kept on twisting and turning all the way to the satisfying end. Fantastic!…a wonderful read!”

—Kat Richardson, national bestselling author of the Greywalker paranormal detective novels

award-winning author of the Dock Five series Linnea Sinclair

Fisher's Ghost Planet grabs you right from the start and doesn't let go. An entrancing, addicting read, it keeps you on the edge of your seat with a fresh and fascinating take on the human-alien problem, while at the same time seduces you with a poignant love story. It's a psychological thriller, a science fiction adventure, and endearing romance all rolled up in one. Highly recommended!
national bestselling author of the Greywalker para Kat Richardson

[A] won't-let-you-go story … hooked me right up front and kept on twisting and turning all the way to the satisfying end. Fantastic!…a wonderful read!
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781429960755
  • Publisher: Tom Doherty Associates
  • Publication date: 10/30/2012
  • Sold by: Macmillan
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 352
  • Sales rank: 25,016
  • File size: 394 KB

Meet the Author

An RWA RITA Award finalist and a three-time RWA Golden Heart Award finalist, Sharon Lynn Fisher lives in the Pacific Northwest. She writes books for the geeky at heart--sci-fi flavored stories full of adventure and romance--and battles writerly angst with baked goods, Irish tea, and champagne. Her works include Ghost Planet (2012), The Ophelia Prophecy (2014), and Echo 8 (2014).


An RWA RITA Award finalist and a three-time RWA Golden Heart Award finalist, Sharon Lynn Fisher writes stories for the geeky at heart--meaty mash-ups of sci-fi, suspense, and romance, with no apology for the latter. She lives where it rains nine months of the year. And she has a strange obsession with gingers (down to her freaky orange cat). Her works include Ghost Planet (2012), The Ophelia Prophecy (2014), and Echo 8 (2015).
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Ghost Planet


By Sharon Lynn Fisher

Tom Doherty Associates

Copyright © 2012 Sharon Lynn Fisher
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4299-6075-5



CHAPTER 1

Murphy's Ghost


The tarmac was deserted. Foggy and disoriented, I wondered how long I'd been standing there, listening to the evergreens groan in the wind and dreading my first encounter on this new world. Would it be human or alien?

I breathed in the crisp, impossibly clean air, trying to clear my head. My gaze traveled around the landing pad hemmed in by towering conifers, and came to rest on the transport terminal, oblong and silent under a slate-gray sky.

What now?

I had the unsettling feeling I was the only person on the planet—Ardagh 1, more commonly referred to as "the ghost planet" by people on Earth. Inexplicable things happened here. The planet itself was a study in the impossible.

Finally the terminal doors slid open, and a figure stepped out onto the tarmac. Half a dozen others spilled out behind him, and a transport whined into view, landing about thirty meters away.

The presence of the other passengers eased my sense of isolation. But that first man out of the building—he was headed right for me. My heart beat out a warning, and my mind snapped back to the original question: Human or alien?

"Elizabeth?" He raised his dark eyebrows, and my gaze locked on his startling eyes. Piercing, round, and the lightest shade of blue, like sky behind a veil of cloud—clean cloud, not the brown smudges that passed for clouds back on Earth. Something about him tugged at my memory, but I found this the opposite of reassuring.

"Yes?" I answered, uneasy. If he wasn't human, I was minutes on the planet and already breaking the rules. It was dangerous to talk to them. There were institutions back on Earth devoted to caring for people who'd done so. I'd met some of those people.

"My apologies," he said, offering a disarming smile. "I really hoped to be here earlier. I see your transport has already left."

Irish. Very charming, and also not surprising. The Ardagh 1 colonies, and the Ecosystem Recovery Project itself, had been founded by an Irishman. One of only two European nations to refuse sacrificing sovereignty on the altar of centralized government, Ireland had suffered a lesser degree of cultural homogenization than its fully incorporated siblings.

I now felt more confident he was human, but he wasn't the person I'd been expecting.

"I'm Grayson Murphy," he offered, coming to my rescue. "Lead psychologist at the New Seattle Counseling Center."

Lifting my eyebrows in surprise, I shook the hand he held out—his grip was warm and solid. I understood now why he seemed familiar. Grayson Murphy was the father of Ardagh 1's Ghost Protocol. He was also the highest-ranking psychology Ph.D. on the planet.

"Haven't frightened you, I hope?" he said with a smile.

More like dazzled than frightened. "Not at all. It's just that I didn't realize—"

"I know." He nodded. "You were expecting Katherine Katz. I'm afraid some unforeseen circumstances have led to a change in your assignment, Elizabeth. You'll be coming to work with us in New Seattle."

He watched me closely, and I strove to keep my disappointment from showing in my face. I'd left Earth with the belief I was headed for a residency at a counseling center in a smaller colony to the north. I was long overdue for a break from academia, and there would be no escaping it in New Seattle. The larger counseling center employed three of the four Ph.D.s who'd worked on the Ghost Protocol: a policy that prohibited interaction between colonists and the planet's indigenous inhabitants.

"I see." A less-than-enthusiastic response, but it was the best I could manage. "Could I ask about the circumstances?"

A sudden gust of damp wind blew right through me and I gasped, hugging my arms around my chest. I didn't have on enough clothing for the late-winter weather.

"Let's get you inside. I'll explain everything."

As I matched his brisk pace across the tarmac, he continued, "I'm really sorry you've been shuffled around like this. I'm at least able to deliver the happy news that your container arrived as scheduled, on yesterday's cargo transport—nothing short of a miracle considering the dodgy state of our transport service."

"Thank you," I murmured, grateful to have been spared knowledge of the "dodgy state" of transport service prior to my departure from Earth.

Then something occurred to me that hadn't at first—and I wasn't sure how I felt about it.

"Dr. Murphy, are you my new supervisor?"

Again he smiled and I liked the way the smile took over his whole face. "Afraid so. But please call me 'Murphy.' Everyone does."

Amiable as he appeared, it was hard not to be intimidated by the idea of reporting to him. And hard not to contrast this ambitious young psychologist with earthy, Birkenstock-wearing Katherine Katz.

"I hope everything is okay with Dr. Katz," I said. I couldn't help but wonder whether she'd changed her mind about me.

"Dr. Katz is fine, but the counseling center ..." Murphy hesitated, and the skin on the back of my neck prickled. He stepped inside the terminal. "We've reassigned you because the Cliffside clinic was badly damaged in a tremor a few days ago. We don't expect it to reopen for several months."

I froze outside the sliding doors, staring at him across the threshold.

"I—that's awful. Was anyone hurt?"

"Miraculously, no." The wind lifted the ends of his fine, dark hair.

"Is that sort of thing ... a regular occurrence?"

He frowned as he studied my face. "I'm going about this all wrong, aren't I? I used to be primarily a researcher, and I'm told my bedside manner leaves a lot to be desired. Let me buy you lunch and I'll explain everything."

I took a deep breath and propelled myself inside.

"Don't worry, Elizabeth, we're going to take good care of you. And regardless of the circumstances, we're happy to have you. You're desperately needed." As if to prove his point, his portable made a shrill bid for attention. He fished it out of his pocket and glanced at it before shutting it off.

Though the terminal was warm and comfortable, the rows of skylights made it feel open to the elements. My gaze settled on a small crowd gathered around two monitors at the end of the service desk. A woman broke from the group and strolled toward us, stopping short a couple meters away. She was rail-thin and pale, and she seemed to expect something from us. I waited for Murphy to speak to her.

Instead he turned and guided me toward the exit, fingertips lightly pressing the small of my back. Glancing behind us, I saw the woman following. Her eyes met mine, and suddenly I understood.

She was an alien. This was Murphy's ghost.

Fresh from relocation training, I knew what I was supposed to do—the Ghost Protocol dictated I ignore her. Forget her, if possible. But as I turned away I couldn't help guessing at whom she might be—a sister? A friend? Wife, even?

As we left the terminal, I wondered how long it would be before I met my ghost. They'd tried to prepare us in training, requiring us to list and describe the people we'd known who had died, so it wouldn't come as such a shock. But I had never lost anyone—not a family member, not a friend, not even a pet.

I had no idea what—or whom—to expect.

* * *

The street side of the terminal was less blustery, but it was now raining—a mopey, noncommittal Northwest rain, just like back home in Seattle.

Murphy stopped and turned. Tiny drops of moisture collected in his hair, and mine.

If everyone had a superpower, those eyes were his. I tried to imagine what it would be like to sit with him in a therapy session. Then it occurred to me I might very well find out—all colonists were required to attend daily counseling sessions as part of acclimation.

"Feeling okay?" he asked.

I had no trouble reading the subtext: Are you up to this? Are you frightened? I was grateful for his concern. But I was also eager to make a good impression.

"Yes," I assured him. "I'm fine."

"Good. There's a café just down the street. The salmon eggs Benedict is amazing. What do you say?"

I had never eaten salmon. Salmon had long since exited the food chain on Earth. The last farm had shut down before I was born, pulled under by antibiotic-resistant disease.

My stomach grumbled resentfully—and audibly—at the memory of the stale pastry I'd eaten on the transport. Murphy smiled.

"Shall I take that as a yes?"

"Absolutely," I replied, flushing. "I'm starving."

He turned down the street and I followed. "It's only a few blocks, so I thought we'd skip the tram. Unless you're cold?"

"It feels good to be outside." Not to mention the fact I got queasy just watching the tram whoosh back and forth above the pedestrian walkway.

As we headed down one side of the double row of four-story, modular buildings, Murphy asked, "Did you come here directly from Seattle, Elizabeth?"

"I did. Why do you ask?"

"Well, you don't seem to have the cough. I wondered if you'd been on holiday."

I gave him a quizzical look. "The cough?"

"Everyone coughs for the first few weeks, until their lungs clear out. I don't think people on Earth even notice it anymore. But you'll notice once you've been here a while. You can always pick out the new arrivals."

"Huh." Then, right on cue, I sneezed, and both of us laughed.

"Gesundheit. Maybe you'll turn out to be allergic to clean air."

"Maybe I'm more evolved than the rest of you. You know ... adapted to pollution."

"Ah, that's going to be a problem. Though I suppose we could fix something up for you. Burn some garbage in your flat, if you like."

"Perfect. I'll feel right at home."

Again we laughed and I felt the tension easing from my body. This wasn't so bad. New Seattle was shiny and clean, and outfitted more like a vacation destination than a scientific outpost—we'd passed two coffee shops and one gourmet grocery store in the two blocks we'd walked. The planet was green and beautiful—I'd never seen so many gigantic, thriving trees in my life. And perhaps even more important to my day-to-day quality of life, my new supervisor had a sense of humor.

But this comfortable sense of optimism evaporated as I studied the faces passing by in the street. It was easy to pick out the colonists—they all looked fit and were dressed in subdued, earthy fabrics. And they all appeared oblivious to the aliens that shadowed them. I couldn't help wondering if over time they really had become oblivious, or if it was all just good acting. Then it struck me that Murphy's ghost had been following us for two blocks and I hadn't given her a second thought. I resisted the urge to glance back.

The ghosts themselves varied in age and appearance, but they all wore the same haggard, vacant expressions. Colonists were not permitted to speak to them, and as far as I could see they didn't speak to each other. Creepy as it was to watch them slogging along behind the colonists, to me they looked more beaten down than threatening. And that had been the purpose of the protocol—to subdue them through neglect, and end the epidemic of psychological disorders sparked by their sudden appearance.

"I understand you and your colleagues have really helped to turn things around here," I said, trying—but failing—to extend the cheerful note of our earlier exchange.

Murphy gave a tentative nod. "No question the protocol and the counseling program have improved the colonists' ability to adjust to life here. But it's still too early to say. We're incredibly lucky our patron has remained committed to the project through all the controversy."

Our patron—he meant green technology investor John Ardagh. When scientists aboard a U.S. explorer discovered the planet, Ardagh consulted his crystal ball and moved in quickly, securing a ninety-nine-year lease on what appeared to be a desolate rock with a few sterile puddles of water. But from the moment scientists set foot on the planet, impossible, wonderful—and profitable—things had begun to happen.

"Our Global Recovery Pact investors, on the other hand, have grumbled pretty loudly. The costs associated with the lawsuits alone have been astronomical."

Murphy stopped in front of a glass door with a sign that read CAFÉ TULIPE. The hand-painted lettering and floral flourishes added a touch of warmth to the sleek building front. He waved the door open and gestured me inside.

"Looks to me like you're managing to keep the lights on," I observed, as we scanned the busy café for an empty table.

"Indeed," he said, chuckling. "That's thanks to our self-sufficiency."

The interior was warm and brightly lit—sunlight simulators, I suspected, for dosing the dreary-weather blues. The rainy climate took its toll in depression, as did the more obvious risk factors: the ghosts lined up like surplus wait staff along the walls of the cafe, obscuring a mural of giant pink and yellow tulips.

Murphy's ghost had remained outside, and was now peering in the window with the rest of the ghost overflow. Her eyes fixed on Murphy with such an expression of hopeless longing that I shivered and looked away—though not before discovering the resemblance. A family member, then. I wondered if they'd been close.

We made our way to a table in the back, and Murphy slipped my chair out for me before taking his seat. It was stuffy in the small, overcrowded room, and both of us peeled off our sweaters.

Resting his folded arms on the table, he gave me a bright smile that melted what was left of any first-meeting tension. The fact that my new supervisor was both charming and handsome was now quite literally staring me in the face, and a new kind of tension took hold.

"I can't get over the feeling we've met before," he said. "I saw your picture in your file, of course. But I don't think that's it. You seem ... familiar."

Now that we were sitting close, talking face-to-face, I had the same feeling. But it didn't make sense. "Have you ever been to Seattle? Or the university there?"

Murphy shook his head. "I haven't. I was only in the states once, when I was a boy. How about you? Have you visited Ireland?"

"Yes, I ..." As I continued to study his face, it came to me.

His eyebrows lifted. "Do you have it?"

It seemed an impossible coincidence. "Did you go to Trinity College?"

"I did."

"Did you do tours there? For visitors, I mean. Tourists."

"Yes!" Murphy's eyes went bright with recognition. "That's it! Wow. Small universe, eh?"

"No kidding." I had total recall now, though it was nearly ten years ago. I remembered finding him attractive, in a brainy, old-world sort of way. And I had been a sucker for his accent. But it hadn't been an option at the time. Nor is it now, I reminded myself.

"I remember you very well, actually." His gaze lifted to the top of my head. "Especially your hair."

I laughed, blushing from my hairline to my toes. "That's all anyone ever remembers of me." My unruly mass of blond curls, which must be quite a spectacle now after the assault by wind and rain.

"Not true. I remember you asked interesting questions." He grinned. "Loads of them."

This did nothing to cool the heat of my embarrassment. At this point I also managed to swallow my tongue.

"I'm fairly certain I invited you and that surly-looking fella you had with you to the pub after the tour. But you raced off to catch a bus."

My heart stirred in hibernation, giving a heavy thump of protest. I folded my hands in my lap and smiled thinly. "He wasn't always surly. He didn't travel well."

Was I ever going to stop making excuses for Peter? Old habits. I had to keep reminding myself he wasn't my fiancé anymore.

Mercifully, a pixie-like waitress with spiky, lavender hair appeared with menus. I studied mine without really seeing it, haunted by the metaphorical ghosts of my old life. I wasn't likely to see any of them—my parents, my friends, Peter—for several years, maybe longer. Like all prospective immigrants to Ardagh 1, I'd been required to undergo both physical and psychological evaluations back on Earth. My counselor had expressed concern that I was running away—accepting a job far from home to make it impossible for me to take Peter back. I remembered the look on her face when I told her she was absolutely right, and that I didn't see how it made any difference. As a Ph.D. candidate in psychology I'd had my fill of psychoanalysis. I'd wanted them to stamp my forehead and let me go.

"What looks good, Elizabeth?"

"Um ..." I glanced from him to the waitress, who wore the long-suffering smile of forced tolerance that was a hallmark of her trade. "You said the salmon was good, right? I'll have that."

"Two house specials, and"—he looked at me—"coffee?"

I was only an occasional coffee drinker—though I consumed tea by the potful—but the heavy, nutty aroma of espresso was impossible to resist. "Cappuccino?"

"Great idea—two cappuccinos. I think that's it."

The waitress gave him a grateful smile and snatched up our menus. As she headed for the kitchen with our order, I saw a teenage boy seated against the wall near the doorway, arms folded around his sharp knees. Pale and almost skeletal, with dark depressions under his eyes, he tracked her with his gaze.

It sent another shiver through me.

"It's okay to be afraid, Elizabeth."

My eyes snapped back to Murphy. Despite his lack of counseling background, he was having no trouble reading me.

"It doesn't matter how much they prepare you." His expression was warm, and genuinely concerned. "It takes getting used to."

"I am anxious about it," I admitted. "I'm not sure what to expect."


(Continues...)

Excerpted from Ghost Planet by Sharon Lynn Fisher. Copyright © 2012 Sharon Lynn Fisher. Excerpted by permission of Tom Doherty Associates.
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Table of Contents

Contents

Title Page,
Copyright Notice,
Dedication,
Acknowledgments,
Murphy's Ghost,
A Dangerous Error,
Shards,
Not Alone,
Revelations,
An Unexpected Turn,
A Woman Scorned,
Down a Well,
Detachment,
Starts,
Truth and Lies,
The Storm,
Devil's Rock,
Wounds,
Genesis,
Awakenings,
Lavender,
Reunion,
News,
Nemesis,
An Ending,
Home,
Echo 8 Teaser,
About the Author,
Copyright,

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  • Posted October 13, 2012

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    What a great story!

    ABOUT THE BOOK:
    Psychologist Elizabeth Cole prepared for the worst when she accepted a job on a newly discovered world—a world where every colonist is tethered to an alien who manifests in the form of a dead loved one. But she never expected she'd struggle with the requirement to shun these "ghosts." She never expected to be so attracted to the charming Irishman assigned as her supervisor. And she certainly never expected to discover she died in a transport crash en route to the planet.

    As a ghost, Elizabeth is symbiotically linked to her supervisor, Murphy—creator of the Ghost Protocol, which forbids him to acknowledge or interact with her. Confused and alone—oppressed by her ghost status and tormented by forbidden love—Elizabeth works to unlock the secrets of her own existence.

    But her quest for answers lands her in a tug-of-war between powerful interests, and she soon finds herself a pawn in the struggle for control of the planet…a struggle that could separate her forever from the man that she loves.

    REVIEW:
    WOW – I wasn’t expecting THAT story when I opened this book, but I was sure in for a surprise and a pleasant one at that.

    Ms. Fisher has an extremely talented way with words. The entire story captivated and drew me in to the point to where I didn’t want to put it down.

    I loved the character development and found the budding romance as good as the plot working its way through. This piece is a very original piece and even though I’m not a huge fan of science fiction, Ms. Fisher has made a believer out of me.

    Kudos to her for a great piece and I look forward to reading more by her.

    Four and a half stars out of five for a job well done.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 21, 2015

    Very nice

    I just finished reading this and found it very well written and exciting . The concept is so insightful and interesting . I honestly don't think I have read any other stories even close to this so was very interested in the way she went about telling the story .

    I'm definitely going to be reading more of her books and hope they are all as well written . This was well worth buying .

    Thanks for sharing such a great story .

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 27, 2015

    Good read

    Loved this book,

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 11, 2015

    Wildly imaginative

    I have neverread a book like this one. Wildly imaginative !

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  • Posted March 26, 2014

    The description sounded interesting but I wasn't quite sure what

    The description sounded interesting but I wasn't quite sure what I was getting.
    It is fascinating.
    There are some significant underlying philosophical points (that you can think about or ignore) in the storyline.;
    Just opening with the question of how does one know that someone is a ghost is marvelous.
    I think the direction the story is going is not really a surprise, but that did not make any difference to my enjoyment of the story.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 28, 2013

    Not a SciFi reader but couldn't put this down

    A romance writer that I read recommended this book. I thought if I like her books I should like this one. Yes, it isn't her style of writing. I did get into the book and worked around the style because I really liked the plot. Original and fresh. Good stuff.

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  • Posted December 9, 2012

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    With Ghost Planet, Sharon Lynn Fisher has come up with a truly u

    With Ghost Planet, Sharon Lynn Fisher has come up with a truly unique premise. I’m not giving anything away when I say that the protagonist, Elizabeth Cole, dies before the book opens. It takes her a while to figure that out, though. In fact neither she nor Murphy, her prospective supervisor at the New Seattle Counseling Center on the planet Ardagh 1, realize that Elizabeth is a ghost until an alarm goes off when she passes through a sensor.

    The two had met only once, casually, years earlier on Earth, but that tenuous connection has turned Elizabeth into Murphy’s personal ghost (supplanting his rather mousy Aunt Maeve. This strange relationship traps the two together, bound by a force that requires Elizabeth to stay near Murphy but separated by the Ghost Protocol, a measure devised by Murphy to protect the colonists from the emotional damage done by the ghosts, aliens who replicate, and believe themselves to be, the settlers’ lost friends and loved ones.

    Elizabeth is not your average ghost. With her academic background and research skills, she sets out to discover the secrets of the planet, upsetting the established order and drawing Murphy with her into a roller coaster adventure.

    This well-done science fiction romance will satisfy lovers of both genres, weaving the love story through a tale grounded in scientific theory and superb world building. Fisher leaves enough planetary secrets hidden to warrant a sequel, and I hope there will be another visit to Ardagh 1 in store. Highly recommended!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 3, 2012

    Ghost Planet

    Excellent SF Romance by debut author. Good worldbuilding.

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