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Plain Murder

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In this unique mystery debut, a shallow grave is found on a Pennsylvania farm, and one woman straddling the Amish and outside worlds must uncover a killer--and create a life on her own terms. . .

Fifteen years after leaving her Old Order Amish life, Rachel Mast has returned to Stone Mill, Pennsylvania. Corporate success didn't bring true happiness, but


In this unique mystery debut, a shallow grave is found on a Pennsylvania farm, and one woman straddling the Amish and outside worlds must uncover a killer--and create a life on her own terms. . .

Fifteen years after leaving her Old Order Amish life, Rachel Mast has returned to Stone Mill, Pennsylvania. Corporate success didn't bring true happiness, but Rachel also knows she can never be Amish again. Instead she runs a B&B and tries to help her community in ways they can't help themselves.

But now a gruesome discovery has been made on her Uncle Aaron's cow pasture--the body of prominent Englisher businessman Willy O'Day. Aaron refuses to hire a lawyer, trusting his innocence, and his faith, to see him through. Rachel isn't so sure, especially given the long public feud between the two men. Her relatives won't speak to the police, but they will talk to Rachel--if she puts on a skirt and bonnet. Rachel knows emotions and entanglements run as complicated in the Amish world as outside it. But as she delves deeper to clear Aaron's name, she discovers secrets that put her own life in danger. . .

Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
Miller (Leah’s Choice and other Amish-themed romance novels) tries her hand at a mystery, with modest success. Amish-born Rachel Mast has returned to Stone Mill, Pa., after a successful corporate career to open the B&B Stone Mill House, with hopes of turning the village into a tourist destination. Tightfisted local businessman Willy O’Day’s disappearance goes unlamented by everyone except his twin brother, George, but when Willy’s murdered body is found eight months later in a cow pasture, Rachel’s uncle, Aaron Hostetler, the owner of the pasture, comes under suspicion. Aaron’s faith leads him to refuse to defend himself or hire a lawyer, despite Rachel’s pleas, so she takes the case on herself. In the process, she tests her relationship with policeman Evan Parks. Rachel’s struggle to reconcile her traditional upbringing and “Englisher” lifestyle provides this whodunit with its most intriguing element. Agent: Evan Marshall, Evan Marshall Agency. (Jan.)
Library Journal
Straddling two cultures, Rachel Mast has returned to her hometown in the heart of Amish Pennsylvania to run a bed-and-breakfast. She was raised Amish but left the community officially; nonetheless, she is able to liaise between the Amish and the English. When unlikable landlord Willy O'Day's body is found (months after he supposedly left town) in a shallow grave on Rachel's Uncle Aaron's farm, Rachel knows she must defend Aaron Hostetler's interests. Working furiously, Rachel tries deciphering Willy's cryptic code (found in his pocket notebook) while not alienating her friend, state trooper Evan Parks. VERDICT It's problematic to describe a mystery as "feel good," but this debut series entry by an author of Amish romances (Leah's Choice) is an excellent addition to the Amish mystery subgenre. While the protagonist fumbles with too many red herrings, Miller's expert touch with cultural explanations is well done. Perfect for anyone seeking a gentle read or needing a title to recommend to YAs.

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Plain Murder



Copyright © 2014 Emma Miller
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ISBN: 978-0-7582-9172-1


Stone Mill, Pennsylvania

Rachel Mast was the most unusual person in town, a party of one. She had one foot firmly planted in her Amish youth, the other reluctantly planted in the "college grad, Phi Beta Kappa, Wharton MBA, corporate-ladder-climbing junior partner" of her adulthood. This morning, the Amish girl won out as she walked barefoot across the wide lawn and jammed the OPEN flag into the grass. Satisfied that the flag would not block the modest wood sign—

Stone Mill House, 1798 Bed & Breakfast Amish Gift Shop

Rachel gave herself a minute to simply enjoy her leap of faith ... her B&B.

Built from fieldstone, the house was a nearly square, solid, gabled two-and-a-half-story structure with a wide center doorway, eleven windows, and two perfectly matched stone chimneys. There was a recessed two-story addition in the back, and attached to that, the stone summer kitchen, with its tiny windows and its own enormous chimney.

Approaching the house, she couldn't help but admire the Federal-blue shutters and black door that tied everything together. It had taken her days to scrape those shutters down to their original 1798 color and several hours of mixing paint to match it, but every minute had been worth it.

Two years earlier, nearly eleven months had gone into work on the main house, which still wasn't a hundred percent done. It had turned out to be a huge money pit. Her 401(k) was empty. All the stock options used up. Nearly every penny of her savings—along with the traditional blood, sweat, and tears—had gone into the building, which had been neglected for thirty years.

This was not just a house, however; it was artwork, worthy of the finest canvas. The huge oak trees framing the home stood like ancient sentinels, their broad branches forming a canopy of green leaves that shaded the house, the thick lawn, and the cobblestone drive. No one knew if the property got its name from the town or the other way around, but both the house and the historical village now shone like new pennies.

Off to the west, mist rose off the rolling farm fields in ghostly shrouds. A cool breeze coming down the mountain would dispel them soon enough. Mountains surrounded this valley of rich, loamy soil. Those same mountains had both protected the farmland and shielded the inhabitants from the outside world for generations too many to count. This morning, the May air smelled of climbing roses and jack-in-the-pulpits.

By the time Rachel was seventeen, she had no longer felt at home here in the world of the Amish that she'd been born into. She'd thought there was too much to do, too much to see, too much to learn beyond the valley. Now, after fifteen long, stubborn years trying to fight the ties that bound her here, she was back home. Not Amish, probably never to be Amish again, but home nonetheless.

Rachel walked back toward the house, the cool, damp grass under her feet. She had plenty of work to do, but the first hour or two of her day was always hers alone. There'd be plenty of time later to see to her guests and wait on the customers in the gift shop—tourists she hoped would come.

She had eight guest rooms. She was happy that she'd never had to turn someone away, but it would have been nice to be full, at least once. She'd welcomed a young priest yesterday afternoon, then two middle-aged sisters from Bayonne, New Jersey, later on. None of them had come down for breakfast yet, but Ada Hertzler was already in the kitchen, brewing coffee and sliding a cast-iron pan of cinnamon rolls into the oven.

The coffee and rolls would be just the first course. Ada would follow that with scrambled eggs, sausage, scrapple, and blueberry pancakes with the fresh, warm blueberry syrup Rachel had spotted simmering on the back of the stove when she'd grabbed her first cup of coffee at six. Her stomach rumbled just thinking of Ada's pancakes.

Taking the granite entrance steps two at a time, Rachel swung open the heavy front door. Gooseflesh rose on her arms and she, involuntarily, glanced over her shoulder. "Naddish," she chided herself. Foolishness.

She had every right to use this entrance. She wasn't a barefoot Amish child with skinned knees delivering eggs and butter. She was barefoot, but there was no one here, Englisher or Amish, to scold her and send her around to the kitchen door. She owned Stone Mill House. Or, at least, she and Bank of America owned it.

She was learning that the values one grew up with were hard to shake. The Amish didn't borrow money from banks. An Amish member of Stone Mill never bought anything—not a house, not a horse, not a jar of jam—unless he or she had the cash to pay for it. "The borrower is a servant to the lender," any one of her friends, family, or neighbors would gladly quote.

Taking the mortgage on the Stone Mill House and property had set tongues wagging for months. No matter how many times she tried to explain to her father, her siblings, her uncles, her aunts, or her cousins that mortgages were sometimes necessary, no one bought it. Of course, her mother wouldn't discuss it with her. Her mother didn't discuss anything with her.

Starting a B&B in a nontourist town in depressed central Pennsylvania during an economic downturn would have distressed her Wharton professors as much as the mortgage did her family. But she was convinced that her clientele would grow as the tourist trade found its way to this secret Brigadoon. With large families and the scarcity of farmland for sale, the town had found itself forced to transform from a strictly agricultural area to a tourist destination. Business had already picked up over the last year at Wagler's Grocery, Elijah's Furniture, the Seven Sisters Quilt Shop, and Russell's Hardware and Emporium.

Stone Mill was a picturesque Amish village with none of the commercial ugliness of Lancaster—no strip malls, no outlet stores, no neon signs proclaiming Gut Food or Dutch Miniature Golf. There were no twenty-foot-high plastic Amish figures luring tourists into T-shirt marts or big-box discount stores. The nearest Dairy Queen was twenty miles away.

The Old Order Amish of Stone Mill were strongly conservative, and had been reluctant to listen to Rachel when she had told them that they needed to change or see their way of life disappear, along with their children. Eventually, both Amish and Englishers, over the course of more town meetings than Rachel could recall, agreed that this was the only way to keep the town from dying out. People didn't have to leave their farms and their businesses and move away. They could change what Stone Mill was without changing themselves or their values.

The citizens of Stone Mill gave visitors what they had to offer and that was a sliver of the idyllic life of yesteryear. For a few hours, a few days, or even a week, guests could buy homemade crafts, visit a farm that had been run the same way for the last hundred and fifty years, and taste food prepared the way their great-grandmothers had made it.

Rachel walked across the original wide-plank flooring of the spacious center hall with its ten-foot-high plaster ceiling and broad walnut staircase. She hung a left into the onetime parlor, now a gift shop.

Here, she displayed authentic Amish crafts: hand-stitched quilts and braided rugs and delicious jams, jellies, relishes, and candies. There were also a few carefully chosen pieces of pottery, hand-woven reed baskets, and traditional, faceless Amish dolls. Along one wall, she displayed books on the history of the area and Amish culture, written by a professor at Penn State University. There were no T-shirts, no sunglasses, no bobblehead Amish farmers. Nothing made of plastic and nothing made in China.

Golden rays of sunlight spilled through one of the two tall, deep-set windows. Bishop, a large seal point Siamese, was stretched full length on the wide windowsill. He was pretending to be asleep, but Rachel knew better. "Admit it," she said. "You think the gift shop is a good idea."

She went to the window to open it and caught a glimpse of her reflection in the wavy glass. She had few mirrors in the house—another throwback from her childhood—but she couldn't resist taking a peek. Her straight strawberry-blond hair fell well below her shoulders, framing her fair-skinned, freckled face. Her hazel eyes were very green this morning.

Was she attractive? It was a question she'd asked herself many times, a question that she'd once asked her Grandmother Mast.

"Grossmama, am I pretty?" she'd asked, knowing that just saying it was evidence of pride, or hochmut, one of the worst traits a well-brought-up Amish girl could exhibit. She must have been nine or ten, and she'd run home from the one-room schoolhouse in tears because sixth grader Jakob Peachey had called her a "beet-headed puddin' face" and everyone had laughed at her.

Her grandmother hadn't admonished her. Instead, she'd pulled Rachel close to the porch rocker where she'd sat shelling peas and studied her face. Even now, Rachel could remember how her cheeks had burned. She'd tried to pull away, but Grossmama had held tight to her sleeve and inspected her features carefully.

Finally, when Rachel had thought she would die of embarrassment, her grandmother had said, "Your forehead is high like your mam's, and you have her nose. Not too big, not too small. Your mouth is wide, a Mast mouth, but you will grow into it, and you have your dat's eyes. Ne, I would not call yours a beautiful face, but beautiful never lasts. Yours is grefta—strong. It is a face that people will trust." Grossmama had tapped her on the forehead. "You have a gut brain and a pure heart. Better to be smart than beautiful, Rachel." Her grandmother had smiled, showing small, even, perfect teeth. "So, dry your tears. It is a face that men will like, and of that, you must be ever watchful."

A strong face, Grossmama had declared. And better than beautiful. Rachel looked at herself again and shrugged. It would have to do. She reached over the cat and pushed up the window, letting the fresh air into the room.

Bishop deigned to open his slanting eyes and stretched, but made no comment. The cat had no opinion on business matters. It simply wasn't his way. Mundane, petty commerce was beneath Bishop's dignity. He concerned himself with eating, sleeping, and finding the most comfortable spots in the house to perch and observe the goings-on of Stone Mill House.

"I know I'm right." Rachel paused to scratch behind the Siamese's ears. He didn't consent to actually purr, but he did give what could only be described as a tiny rumble of pleasure. "This place is special," Rachel murmured. "People who want a genuine experience will come."

"Excuse me."

Rachel turned to see one of her female guests, either Ms.

Baird or her sister, Ms. Hess—Rachel wasn't sure which—surveying the room from the open doorway.

"Good morning," Rachel said, hoping that the woman hadn't heard her conversing with a cat. She assumed her best hostess smile. "Were you looking for the dining room? Coffee's on. But you probably already knew that by the heavenly smell."

Not even the slimmest of smiles.

The woman peered at her through pink, rhinestone-studded glasses. "I rang the desk, but no one answered."

"Sorry, I was outside." There was a wall phone in the kitchen, but Ada wouldn't have answered it. As far as Rachel knew, Ada had never gotten within three feet of the abomination called a telephone. Phones were against the Old Order rules, and Ada never broke the rules.

Ms. Hess—Rachel thought this was the younger of the two women she'd welcomed last night—was tall and thin with short, spiky hair that was an unnatural shade of rhubarb. Her yellow capris, peppered with oversized blue flowers, clung to her like a second skin. Her nearly transparent orange peasant blouse, over a tiger-stripe bra, matched her four-inch-high wedges. "Is this the gift shop?" she demanded in a nasally tone that had all the comfort of fingernails grating on a chalkboard.

Rachel glanced at the open door. Patience, she reminded herself. Her Gift Shop Open sign still hung there. Her business permit and her MasterCard/Visa placards were plainly displayed. "Yes," Rachel answered pleasantly. "You're welcome to come in."

"I'm a guest here."

Rachel nodded. "It's good to have you. I checked you and your sister in last night."

The woman stared pointedly at Rachel's bare feet and then slowly lifted her gaze, taking in Rachel's worn blue jeans and her raggedy T-shirt that read Penn State 5K Buggy Run 2012. "Are you Aim-ish?" she asked. "You don't look Aim-ish. I thought the pamphlet said this was an Aim-ish B&B."

"We advertise that Stone Mill House is in the heart of Ahmish country. I'm not Ah-mish. If I were I wouldn't be allowed to run a B&B." She smiled. "But all the men and women who work here are Amish. Our food is very traditional."

Rachel wasn't about to admit that she had once been Amish. She rarely shared that with strangers. Too personal. "You should come in and have a look around. Everything we sell is Amish-made."

"I wanted to know if there was room service. That's why I was calling. My sister and I want breakfast in our rooms. We're taking the Zook buggy ride at nine thirty." Ms. Hess entered the shop and zeroed in on Mary Aaron's "Diamond in the Square" crib quilt on display near the front counter. The counter had once been a teacher's desk from an Amish schoolhouse in the next county over, something Rachel had picked up at an auction.

"I'm sorry. We don't offer room service. Meals are served in the dining room, but you're welcome to take anything upstairs." Rachel kept smiling. Ninety percent of her guests were lovely people, but the other ten could be ... interesting. "Breakfast is already set up there. We have an assortment of fresh fruits, cereal, and pastries, and our cook, Ada, will be happy to make you pancakes, bacon, scrapple, eggs, whatever you'd like. This morning, she made an amazing fresh blueberry syrup. It's so good, I could eat the stuff with a spoon."

Ms. Hess dragged an acrylic fingernail over another quilt and examined the tag. "Pricey, aren't you?"

"Authentic Amish quilts are all hand-stitched, more a piece of artwork than a bed linen. Mary Aaron's quilting is recognized as some of the finest Amish work in the county. Most people prefer to display her quilts as wall art rather than—"

"You said it was sewn by Aim-ish." Ms. Hess regarded Rachel dubiously. " 'Mary Aaron' doesn't sound Aim-ish to me."

"Her actual name is Mary Hostetler. We tend to use the same names over and over in our families, so to avoid confusion, we use a lot of nicknames. We call her Mary Aaron as in Aaron's Mary. Aaron is her father." And my uncle, Rachel thought, but again, that was personal information. Then she realized she'd said "our" families ... Luckily, the woman didn't seem to have noticed.

"And the father's Aim-ish?"

"He is Ah-mish," Rachel confirmed with a nod. "And so is Mary's mother."

The woman grimaced. "I've never heard of such a thing. What if they had a son? What do you call him?"

"It depends. Hannah and Aaron Hostetler have a son named Alan. We just call him 'Alan' because it's not a common name. But we call their son John 'John Hannah' because there must be a dozen John Hostetlers in the valley. Hannah's son John"—Rachel made her best and there you have it gesture—" is, thus, John Hannah."

Ms. Hess looked at Rachel for a moment over the top of her pink glasses. "That's the silliest thing I've ever heard of." She inspected the quilt again. "Are you certain this is handsewn?

The stitches are too even. It looks machine—"

"Rachel! Rachel!"

Glancing out the window, Rachel spotted Mary Aaron— black bonnet strings flying—racing up the front drive, her push-scooter left on its side in the grass. Her feet were bare, and she was wearing a rose-colored traditional ankle-length dress with a white apron over it.

"In the gift shop!" Rachel called through the open window, wondering why Mary was in such a hurry this morning.

Rachel turned back to her guest with a smile. "You're in luck. Here's Mary Aaron now. You'll be able to meet her. I know she can answer any questions you may have about her quilt."

"Does she talk English?"


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lsnlj More than 1 year ago
This is my first time reading one of Emma Millers books. I was not sure what to expect, however I truly enjoyed reading this one, and look forward to reading more by her. Rachel Mast left her Amish upbringing 15 years ago and has returned to her home town. She is not living an Amish life but is running a B&B and has hired Amish to help her out. She struggles between her wanting to return to the Amish ways and wanting to stay "English". When a business man's body is found on her Uncles land, she takes it upon herself to try and prove he is innocent. I love how we follow along with Rachel with out knowing anything she does not. We are in the dark with her until she uncovers many twist and turns in the case. It will keep you guessing to the last chapter. There is also a little spark of romance blooming with her long time friend and police man, Evan. (I would have liked to see more develop there, but maybe in another book)
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A nice blend of mystery, romance, and Amish history, In addition to providing an intriguing whodunit, Ms. Miller shows the conflicts between the customs and traditions of the old Order Amish life with Rachel's more "modern" lifestyle. The supporting characters are diverse and entertaining. There are no stereotypes. Miller makes you feel as if you actually live in Stone Mill, PA, and know these people. Rachel Mast is a smart, resourceful, and engaging heroine. I look forward to more Amish mysteries from Emma Miller.
ZippyRJ More than 1 year ago
I really enjoyed reading the and have already recommended to the ladies at church.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I absolutely loved this book.  I was previously unaware of this author before, but I'm so glad I gave the book a chance.  I highly recommend it.
Calliegh0 More than 1 year ago
I love love love Emma Miller's Hannah's Daughters books. I have enjoyed every one that has come out. So when I was lucky enough to win a copy of her first Amish mystery, I was thrilled to read it. It did not disappoint. Her characters grab you from the very first. Emma Miller has a way of writing her characters so that readers can relate to them. Rachel Mast has returned to Stone Mill, Pennsylvania. She left her Old Order Amish community during her Rumspringa years. The pull back to her roots has been there all along. However, she must learn to straddle the line between living in the English world and helping her Amish kinfolk. Her B&B helps to revitalize a town which has slowly been dying. When the body of a prominent local business man is found on her Uncle Aaron's farm, Rachel knows that she must help to prove her Uncle's innocence. Knowing that he will not speak to a lawyer and puts his trust in his faith, Rachel works to find clues to who else could be responsible for Willy's death. Her list of suspects grows longer every day. Instead of finding answers, she only finds more questions. Can Rachel discover who killed Willy? Or will an innocent man go to prison? A must read for an Amish reader.
bookmouseDH More than 1 year ago
Kept a good pace and had me guessing. Enjoyed the writing style.
52chickadees More than 1 year ago
“An Enjoyable Tangle of Murder, Mystery and Respect” Set in Stone Mill, Pa., an idyllic, peaceful town inhabited by many Amish families and “Englishers” alike, Rachel Mast feels like she is torn between two worlds. When she was 17, Rachel decided there was much to do and learn in the outside world and walked away from the Amish life she had been born into. Several years of hard work later, she is a college graduate and the owner/operator of “Stone Mill House”, a charming bed and breakfast that Rachel had put much sweat equity into as well as her life’s savings. With its gift shop, the Stone Mill House also gives local craftspeople a place to sell their wares. Being a business owner as well as a “Non-Amish” soul, has made life extremely difficult for Rachel. As she had not been baptized when she left the area and her family, she is not shunned—but, for example, is not welcome to sit with her family at their dinner table (she has to sit at a smaller child’s table) and her Mother does not speak to her directly—but indirectly, with Rachel’s Father relaying the messages. With utmost respect for the Old Order Amish of Stone Mill and her family, Rachel perseveres, including convincing the locals they must capitalize on the beauty and talent their village exudes, so their way of life can be maintained for the good of generations to come. All was going along smoothly until the bone-chilling discovery of Willy O’Day’s dead body buried on Rachel’s Uncle Aaron Hostetler’s farm land! This produces some difficult questions, family turmoil and deep, dark secrets. Rachel is beyond shocked. She is well aware that her Uncle is a stern, stubborn, hot-tempered man with no love for wheeler-dealer Willy. But could he be vengeful and angry enough to kill him? And why bury the body on his own property? Rachel feels she must help him and her distraught family, but the estrangement only makes the offer more difficult to explain and harder to accept when it is rebuffed. Who can she turn to? Evan, one of the police officers assigned to the case as well as someone who is close to Rachel’s heart? Her parents? Aaron is her Mother’s favorite Brother—certainly they’ll understand—or will they? Perhaps Willy’s twin Brother, George could give her some insight into what type of person Willy was? Or maybe Aunt Hannah, Uncle Aaron’s wife could shed some light on the situation? “Door after door closes”…and Rachel finally decides to track down the killer herself. The list of suspects grows long and complicated. Will Rachel discover who committed this heinous crime? Will the murder create a rift in her family that will never heal? In the midst of the sadness, will Rachel find romance blooming? Ms. Miller’s work quietly teaches us many aspects of the Amish life, while weaving a spell-binding tale you don’t want to miss. So make room on your book shelf for this is not your ordinary murder mystery. I’d like to read more about the folks of Stone Mill, how about you? Nancy Narma
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Easy read. Good story.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Emma Miller’sAmish mystery series is off to a wonderful start with PLAIN MURDER. I’ve read her “Hannah’s Daughters” series and found this story much more engaging, with more depth of setting and character. Especially intriguing is amateur sleuth Rachel Mast, who gives us an informative view of life for a woman who grew up Amish but has not come into the fold. She remains close to her family yet set apart by her English ways and the B&B she has opened, which provides her with insight and opportunities she wouldn’t have were she fully Amish or fully English. Charlotte Hubbard
ReadersFavorite More than 1 year ago
Reviewed by Joy Hannabass for Readers' Favorite Uncle Aaron's cow pasture is experiencing more attention than it ever had before, but the news is not good. It seems that a man was found murdered and buried in a shallow grave in the pasture. And it is no secret that Uncle Aaron and the man the body belongs to did not get along. As usual, it doesn't take long for the word to get around, and gossip is buzzing in Rachel Mass' Bed and Breakfast. Knowing her uncle wouldn't hire a lawyer, Rachel decides to prove he is innocent and someone is trying to frame him for the murder. I can only imagine what the murder does to this plain Amish community of Stone Mill, Pennsylvania.  This is the first book I have read by Emma Miller and I thoroughly enjoyed it. I love Amish fiction, and Plain Murder starts out with the mystery of the killing, capturing my attention in the first few pages. I enjoyed following Rachel and her journey, trying to find answers. The many twists and turns in this story make the plot interesting and exciting, and it was difficult for me to figure out just who did it! What do you think? Will Rachel uncover the mystery and find the real killer, or will her uncle spend time in jail for the crime against him? The answers are in this wonderful book and you will find them all when you grab your copy and read Plain Murder by Emma Miller. You will be delighted with the time spent reading this story.
Irish_Roever More than 1 year ago
Gives a bit of insight into Amish life and ways. Good plot
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The book was well-written, but slow moving and predictble. I was hoping for a surprise ending or more twists and turns, but instead it read as more of a drama than a mystery.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Enjoyed it
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