A match flares in the dark. The flame shakes. A fuel report slides across the table, stamped and signed, still warm from the press. Outside, engineers wait with detonators in their hands. Bridges, power stations, water manes, all marked for destruction. A telephone rings and rings until someone finally lifts it, then freezes at the voice on the line.

from the Fura headquarters. A pencil snaps over the map. Silence. General Godard Hinrichi stands motionless, eyes on the red lines that cut through streets full of civilians. One order says, “Burn it all.” Another reality says, “The city dies first.” He reaches for the file. He reads the wording twice.

 He looks at his chief of staff. He doesn’t raise his voice. He doesn’t argue. He simply chooses. And the moment he makes his decision, he knows Berlin will call it treason. Because now the question isn’t whether the Soviets will take the city. It’s whether Hinrichi will survive the night. This is the story of a soldier who faced an impossible choice in the final weeks of the Second World War.

 A man who defied Adolf Hitler at the height of the Furer’s paranoia. A general who understood that his oath to Germany meant protecting its people, not burning them alive, and a military mind so brilliant at defensive warfare that even his enemies called him a genius. His name was Gautard Hinrichi. And in April 1945, he would make decisions that saved countless lives, decisions that nearly cost him his own.

But to understand what happened in those final desperate days, we need to go back. Back to a small town in East Prussia, back to a Christmas day birth that would shape the fate of nations. And back to a family tradition that stretched across 800 years of German history. Gotard Fedor August Henriitzi was born on December 25th, 1886 in Gumbinan, East Prussia, a town that would later become the Russian city of Gusev after the war erased the borders of his homeland.

 His father, Paul Hinrichi, was a Lutheran minister, part of a long line of theologians who had served the Protestant church for generations. His uncle Gayorg and grandfather Carl August had both been prominent religious scholars. Young Gautard was expected to follow them into the ministry. But the Hinrichi bloodline carried another legacy, one that reached back to the 12th century.

 For 800 years, the Hinriches had produced soldiers, warriors who served Prussia through its rise to power. Men who understood that sometimes faith required action, and action required a sword. In 1905, at 19 years old, Gautard broke from family tradition. He joined the 95th Infantry Regiment as a cadet, beginning a military career that would span four decades and two world wars.

 But he never abandoned his father’s faith. Throughout his life, Hinriishi remained a devout Lutheran who attended church regularly, a habit that would make him deeply unpopular with the Nazi hierarchy in the years to come. The First World War forged Hinrichi into a soldier. He fought in the German invasion of Belgium and earned the Iron Cross second class in September 1914.

 His division then transferred to the Eastern Front where he participated in the first battle of the Msuran Lakes and the brutal fighting at Wajge. By July 1915, he had earned the Iron Cross first class. He survived the battle of Tannenburg. He endured poison gas attacks that would leave lasting damage.

 And through it all, he developed an instinct for defensive warfare that would one day save an army. What no one knew then, what perhaps Hinrichi himself didn’t fully understand, was that he possessed a gift, an ability to [clears throat] read terrain and enemy intentions that bordered on the supernatural. He could sense when an attack was coming hours before the first shell fell.

 He could strip his lines to skeleton crews at precisely the right moment, then flood them with reinforcements seconds before enemy infantry arrived. It was a talent that defied explanation and it would be tested to its absolute limit in the fires of an even greater war. Between the wars, Hinrichi rose through the ranks of the Reichkes, Germany’s small interwar army.

 He married Gertrude Strup and they had two children, Hartmoot and Gizela. But his marriage would create complications in the new Germany that emerged after 1933. Gertrude Henriitzi was half Jewish. Under Nazi racial law, this made their children mishlinger of mixed blood. In the twisted logic of the Third Reich, they faced discrimination, restrictions, and worse.

 But Hinrichi managed to obtain something extraordinary, a German blood certificate signed by Adolf Hitler himself, which protected his family from persecution. Here is the first great contradiction of Gautad Henrichi’s life. He served a regime that would have destroyed his own children. He fought for a government whose ideology he found repugnant.

 He never joined the Nazi party, a decision that earned him the suspicion of Hinrich Himmler, Herman Guring, and Hitler himself. But he worethe uniform. He led the troops. He served. Why? The answer lies in a code of honor that predated the swastika by centuries. Hinrichi was a Prussian officer to his core. He had sworn an oath first to the Kaiser, then to the VHimar Republic, then to Germany itself.

The government might change. The oath remained. It was a distinction that many of his peers also made, though history has judged them harshly for it. But unlike many of his fellow generals, Hinrichi drew lines. There were orders he would follow and there were orders he would not. When Germany invaded the Soviet Union in June 1941, Hinrichi commanded the Exxac Army Corps under the fourth army.

 Operation Barbar Roa was the largest military operation in human history. Over 3 million German soldiers advancing on a front that stretched more than a thousand miles. Hinrichi’s core participated in the great encirclements at Bowisto, Minsk, and Kiev. Hundreds of thousands of Soviet prisoners fell into German hands.

 It seemed like victory was inevitable. But the generals who looked at maps in Berlin didn’t feel what Hinrichi felt on the ground. The roads that turned to mud in autumn rains. The temperatures that dropped to 40 below zero. the Soviet soldiers who kept fighting when any rational army would have surrendered. The endless expanse of Russia that swallowed divisions whole.

 In late 1941, as German forces stalled before Moscow, Hinrichi took command of the fourth army. And then the Soviet counteroffensive hit. For 10 weeks, Hinrichi’s army held the line against a Soviet onslaught that outnumbered them 12 to1. 12 to1. He had no reserves, no reinforcements. Temperatures so cold that weapons froze and frostbite claimed as many men as enemy bullets.

 And yet he held. This is when Hinrichi developed his signature tactic, one that would define his reputation and save his armies again and again. He called it reading the enemy’s mind. Others simply called it genius. When Hinrichi sensed a Soviet attack was imminent, and he always sensed it, he would pull his troops back from their forward positions just before the enemy artillery barrage began.

 Soviet shells would obliterate empty trenches. Then immediately after the bombardment lifted, Hinrii would rush his men back to their positions in time to face the Soviet infantry assault. The attackers expecting to find shellshock defenders would instead encounter fresh troops behind intact fortifications. It was a dangerous game.

 Pull back too early and the Soviets might advance into the gap. Pull back too late and his men would die in the bombardment. The timing had to be perfect and Hinrichi never missed. But what happened at Smolinsk in 1943 revealed something deeper about this small, quiet general with the parsonical manner.

 Something that would echo through the last days of the war. By late summer of 1943, the tide had turned against Germany. The disaster at Stalingrad had shattered an entire army. The defeat at Kusk had broken the back of the Vermacht’s offensive capability. Now Soviet forces were advancing westward, liberating city after city. Smolinsk, an ancient fortress on the road to Moscow, was next.

 Hinrichi’s fourth army defended the Smolinsk region against two Soviet fronts for seven brutal weeks. Outnumbered, outgunned, fighting a delaying action that everyone knew would eventually fail. But when the order came to evacuate, the order came from Guring himself. It included a demand that Hinrichi found unconscionable.

Burn Smalinsk, not just military installations, not just supplies that might aid the enemy. Everything, the historic buildings, the civilian infrastructure, the homes where people would need to survive the coming winter, total destruction, scorched earth. Hinrichi refused. He understood the military logic of denying resources to an advancing enemy.

 The Soviets themselves had used scorched earth tactics to devastating effect against the German invasion. But Smolinsk was one of Russia’s oldest cities. Its architecture dated back centuries. And more importantly, civilians still lived there. Soviet citizens who had endured German occupation and now faced [clears throat] the return of their own army.

 Destroying Smolinsk would not change the outcome of the war. It would only add to the suffering. So Henrii ignored the order. He conducted his retreat without burning the city. And for this act of defiance, he was relieved of command and sent home to Carl’sbad on sick leave. A transparent punishment that fooled no one. Here is the pattern that would define Gautard Hinrichi’s war.

 Brilliant tactics, stubborn ethics, and the willingness to face consequences for doing what he believed was right. He was not a conspirator against Hitler like some of his fellow officers. He was not a member of the July 20th plot that tried to assassinate the Furer in 1944. But he was a man who said no. And in Hitler’s Germany, saying no was dangerous.

 For eight months, Hinrichi languished in forced retirement. The warground on without him. The Western Allies invaded Normandy. The Soviets smashed Army Group Center in Operation Bation, the worst defeat in German military history. By late 1944, Germany was losing on every front. Then the call came. In summer 1944, Hinrichi was sent to Hungary and given command of the first Panza army.

 The situation was desperate. Soviet forces were pushing through the Carpathian mountains, trying to link up with Slovak rebels in an uprising against German occupation. Hinrichi’s mission, hold the line and prevent a Soviet breakthrough into Slovakia. Once again, he performed the impossible. The first Panza army retreated in good order, preserving its strength while denying the Soviets their objectives.

 At the battle of Ducla Pass, Hinrich’s forces prevented the linkup with the Slovak rebels, effectively dooming the uprising. It was brutal, effective defensive warfare. On March 3rd, 1945, he received the swords to the oak leaves of his Knights Cross, one of Germany’s highest military honors. 17 days later, he received something else entirely.

 A new command, the most important command, the last command. On March 20th, 1945, Adolf Hitler summoned Henriichi to Berlin. The meeting took place in the Furabunka, the underground complex beneath the Reich Chancellery, where Hitler had retreated as Allied bombs reduced his capital to rubble. Hinrichi was to replace Hinrich Himmler as commander of army group Vistula.

Himmler the rice fura SS, the architect of the Holocaust, the head of the Gestapo and the concentration camp system. Hitler had given him command of an army group in a desperate attempt to shore up the Eastern front with SS loyalty. It had been a disaster. Himmler had no military training, no tactical instinct, no understanding of how to move divisions and coordinate defenses.

He had retreated to a sanatorium, claiming illness, essentially abandoning his post. And now his successor stood in the dim light of the bunker, facing a furer who was already more ghost than man. Hitler’s hands trembled with the Parkinson’s disease he refused to acknowledge. His face was pale, his eyes sunken.

 [clears throat] He spoke with the manic energy of a man who had convinced himself that victory was still possible if only everyone would obey. The front, Hitler explained, was less than 50 mi from Berlin. Army Group Vistula would stop the Soviet advance. Hinrichi would hold the line. Hinrichi looked at the maps. He looked at the force dispositions.

 He looked at the numbers that revealed the magnitude of what he faced. Across the Oda River, gathering like a storm, stood more than 2 million Soviet soldiers, Marshall Gyorgi Zhukov’s first Bellarussian front, Marshall Ivan Konv’s first Ukrainian front. Combined, they had over 6,000 tanks, 40,000 artillery pieces, and complete control of the sky.

 Behind them stretched supply lines that reached all the way back to the factories of the Urals, producing weapons at a rate that Germany could never hope to match. And what did Hinrichi have to stop them? Army Group Vistula consisted of two armies. The third Panza army under General Hasso Mantofl and the 9inth Army under General Teodor Busa.

 On paper, these were formidable designations. In reality, they were shadows of what they should have been. The 9inth Army had 14 divisions, most of them severely under strength. Total combat troops, perhaps 80,000 men. Tanks, barely 500. Many in need of repair. Artillery, not enough. Ammunition, enough for 5 days of intense combat, maybe less.

 The mathematics were simple. The Soviets outnumbered Hinrichi almost 10 to1. They had total air superiority. They had more tanks than he had anti-tank guns. And they had one thing more, the knowledge that Berlin was less than 50 mi away, and nothing was going to stop them from taking it.

 But Hinrichi was not a man who surrendered to mathematics. He was a man who bent mathematics to his will. He examined the terrain between the Oda River and Berlin. And there he found his only advantage, the CEO heights. Rising about 150 ft above the Oda flood plane, the CEO heights formed a natural defensive barrier overlooking the river crossing at Kustrin.

 The main highway from the east, Reichstrasa 1, ran directly through this position. If the Soviets wanted to take Berlin by the most direct route, they would have to come through Ceilo Heights and Hinrichi would be waiting. He issued his orders. The bulk of the 9inth army would fortify the heights. Not one defensive line, but three layered positions extending back toward Berlin, each capable of absorbing punishment and slowing an attacker.

 The Oda flood plane, already saturated from spring thors, would be turned into an impossible swamp by releasing water from a reservoir upstream. anti-tank ditches, mine fields, artillery positions carefully cighted to cover every approach, flack guns that would serve double duty against tanks. Other sectors of the front would be stripped to bare bones garrisons. It wasa calculated risk.

 If the Soviets attacked where Hinrichi had thinned his lines, the breakthrough would be immediate. But Hinrichi read the intelligence. He studied the Soviet troop concentrations. He trusted his instincts. The main attack would come at CEO heights. He would stake everything on it. And then on April 15th, 1945, something remarkable happened.

 Albert Spear came to see him. Spear was Hitler’s minister of armaments and war production. The man who had kept Germany’s war machine running long past the point when it should have collapsed. He was also engaged in something that could get him killed. covert resistance to Hitler’s final orders. Four weeks earlier, on March 19th, Hitler had issued what became known as the Nero decree, named for the Roman Emperor who supposedly fiddled while Rome burned.

 It ordered the destruction of all German infrastructure that might benefit the advancing enemy. Transportation, communication, industrial facilities, power plants, water systems, everything. Hitler’s stated justification was military necessity. His actual reasoning was something darker. When Spear objected that such destruction would doom the German people to starvation and collapse, Hitler’s response chilled him to the bone.

 The German people, Hitler said, had proven themselves inferior to their enemies. They had failed him. The future belonged to the stronger peoples of the East. If Germany was destroyed, it deserved to be destroyed. This was not the reasoning of a military commander. It was the reasoning of a death cult leader preparing for mass suicide.

 Spear had spent the weeks since the Nero decree doing everything in his power to sabotage it. He convinced Hitler to give him exclusive authority over implementation and then used that authority to tell generals and goiters to ignore the order. He drove through the collapsing Reich, persuading anyone who would listen that destroying Germany’s infrastructure would accomplish nothing except condemn millions of German civilians to death.

Now he sat with Hinrichi and Lieutenant General Helmouth Rayman, the commander of the Berlin defense area, discussing what would happen when the Soviets broke through. The Nero decree demanded that Berlin be destroyed. Every bridge, every power station, every water man. The subway tunnels that sheltered civilians during air raids flooded.

 The hospitals that treated the wounded demolished. A city of 4 million people reduced to rubble that would burn for months. Hinriishi listened and then he made his position clear. Nothing would be destroyed in his area of operations without his explicit authorization. Nothing. He didn’t care what Hitler ordered.

 He didn’t care what the Nero decree demanded. If there was no military purpose to destruction, and there wasn’t, then the destruction would not happen. Rayman, caught between his oath to Hitler and the reality of what Hinrichi was proposing, agreed to coordinate with the army group commander before any demolitions. It wasn’t quite the same as refusing to destroy Berlin, but it was close.

 The next morning, April 16th, 1945, the Soviet offensive began. At 4 in the morning, the sky over the Oda River turned red. Thousands of artillery pieces opened fire simultaneously. Katusha rocket launchers screamed their distinctive whale. The bombardment was the largest ever concentrated on such a narrow front. 20,000 tons of high explosives pounding the German positions in the first hour alone. and Hinrichi’s lines were empty.

Hours earlier, interrogations of captured Soviet soldiers had confirmed his suspicions about the timing of the attack. Hinrichi had ordered his men to withdraw from their forward positions to the second defensive line. When the bombardment lifted and Soviet infantry advanced, expecting to find defenders shell shocked and reeling, they instead encountered intact positions and alert troops.

 What followed was one of the most brutal battles of the Second World War. Marshall Zhukov had promised Stalin that he would take Berlin within days. He had assembled overwhelming force. He had planned a dramatic assault using search lights to blind the defenders. 143 search lights that would illuminate the night and herald the final Soviet victory.

 Instead, the lights merely illuminated the chaos. The dust and debris from the bombardment turned the search light beams into a haze that blinded the Soviet attackers as much as the defenders. The flooded Oda plane mired tanks and infantry alike. And when Soviet forces finally reached the CEO heights themselves, they ran into Hinrichi’s prepared positions.

 The fighting lasted 3 days. Three days of attack and counterattack of artillery jewels and tank battles of infantry assaults that gained a 100 meters at the cost of a thousand men. Soviet casualties mounted into the tens of thousands. Zhukov, facing humiliation, threw his tank armies into the assault far earlier than planned, creating massive traffic jams on roads alreadyclogged with wreckage.

 Stalin called twice to demand explanations. Why wasn’t Berlin falling? Where was the great offensive he had been promised? Zhukov’s rival, Marshall Konv, was making better progress to the south. Stalin gave him permission to wheel toward Berlin. The race was on, and through it all, Hinrichi’s men held. Not forever. Nothing could hold forever against such odds, but long enough.

 On April 19th, the Soviets finally broke through the last defensive line at Ceilo Heights. The road to Berlin was open. Hinrichi had accomplished the impossible. 3 days of delay against a force that should have swept his army aside in hours. He had inflicted 30,000 casualties on the attackers.

 He had embarrassed the Soviet Union’s greatest general, and he had bought time, precious time, for refugees to flee westward, away from the advancing Soviet tide. But now came the harder choice. Berlin would fall. That was certain. The question was, what would Hinrichi do when it did? Hitler’s orders were clear. Hold to the last man. No retreat, no surrender.

 Every inch of German soil was to be defended with fanatical devotion. The SS was executing deserters by the thousands, hanging them from lamp posts with signs around their necks that read coward or traitor. To retreat without orders was death. To surrender was death. To even suggest that the war was lost was death. Hinrichi looked at his maps.

 He looked at his soldiers. He looked at the columns of refugees streaming westward, women and children and old men desperate to reach the western allies before the Soviets caught them. And he made his choice. He began withdrawing his forces toward the west. Not a route, not a collapse, a carefully managed retreat that preserved his army’s fighting strength while moving it away from the Soviet advance.

 He told his staff that he was repositioning for a counterattack. He filed requests to relocate his headquarters, each new location farther west than Berlin. He moved divisions northward when they should have been moving south to reinforce the capital. Hitler, buried in his bunker, didn’t notice for days. When he finally realized what was happening, his fury was apocalyptic.

On April 28th, Field Marshal Wilhelm Kitel, chief of the German armed forces high command, was traveling north of Berlin when he spotted something that made his face turned purple with rage. Columns of troops from the seventh Panza Division and 25th Panza Grenadier Division were marching north away from Berlin.

 These units were part of Manurfel’s Third Panza Army. They were supposed to be relieving the capital. Instead, they were heading for the Baltic coast. Following Hinrichi’s orders to establish new positions near New Brandenburgg, Kitle went hunting for Henrii. He found him on a road near the front accompanied by Monturfel, surrounded by the endless processions of wounded soldiers and fleeing refugees that clogged every road in northern Germany.

 The confrontation that followed was one of the most remarkable scenes of the entire war. Kitle, his face contorted with fury, accused Hinrichi of insubordination, treason, cowardice, and sabotage. He screamed that if Henrii had only followed the example of General Lothar Rendelik in Austria, if he had shot a few thousand deserters or strung them up on trees, his armies would not be retreating now.

 Hinrichi looked at the field marshal. He looked at the soldiers around him. He looked at the refugees. And then he replied, his voice cold with contempt, “I can only say, Field Marshall Kitle, that if you want these men shot, why don’t you do it yourself?” The silence that followed was absolute. Then something strange happened.

 Armed soldiers emerged from the nearby woods, their weapons ready. They approached Henriichi’s party and asked if everything was all right. The general nodded. The soldiers remained close, forming an impromptu escort. To this day, no one knows who positioned those men in the woods. No one knows who ordered them to protect Hinrichi.

Perhaps it was his staff. Perhaps it was Mtofl. Perhaps soldiers who had served under Hinrichi simply refused to see him murdered on a roadside by Hitler’s lackey. Kitle relieved Hinrichi of command on April 29th. One day before Hitler shot himself in the bunker beneath Berlin, Mantofl refused to take the position when it was offered to him and personally protested Hinrichi’s treatment all the way to the Furona.

Kurt Fontipolk [clears throat] was named as interim replacement until General Kurt Student could arrive from Holland. Student never made it. The British captured him before he could assume command. It no longer mattered. Army Group Vistula had ceased to exist as a coherent fighting force. What remained were broken formations trying to reach the west before the Soviets caught them.

 Hinrichi was summoned to Berlin. He knew what that meant. Generals who displeased Hitler in these final days did not survive. RML had been forced to commit suicide for far lesseroffenses. But Captain Helmouth Lang, who had once served as agitant to both Raml and Hinrichi, found the general and delivered a warning.

 Drive as slowly as you can, Lang told him. Go to Plur instead. You will be murdered if you go to Berlin. Hinrichi listened. He drove slowly, very slowly. He never reached Berlin. On May 8th, 1945, Germany surrendered unconditionally. Hinrichi remained in Plone for nearly 3 weeks after the war ended, then surrendered himself to British forces on May 28th.

He was held at Island Farm, a prisoner of war camp in Wales, until his release on May 19th, 1948. But what happened to the city that Hinrichi refused to destroy? What happened to the bridges he wouldn’t blow? The power stations he wouldn’t demolish? The water manes he wouldn’t rupture? They survived.

 When Soviet forces finally captured the areas that had been under Hinrichi’s command, they found infrastructure largely intact. Not because the fighting had been gentle, it had been savage beyond description. Not because the Soviets were merciful, they were not, but because Hinrichi had refused to add pointless destruction to the destruction that war itself had already caused.

 How many lives did his defiance save? It’s impossible to calculate. A city without water dies within days. A city without power in winter freezes. A city without transportation cannot evacuate its wounded or feed its survivors. By preserving what he could, Hinrichi ensured that whatever happened after the fighting stopped.

 The German people in his former command area had at least a chance of survival. He paid no price for his defiance beyond dismissal. In the chaos of Germany’s collapse, there was simply no one left with the authority or the will to punish him. Hitler was dead. Kitle was captured and would hang as a war criminal at Nuremberg. The regime that had demanded total destruction had itself been totally destroyed. And Hinrichi lived.

 He spent 25 years in comfortable obscurity in the village of Endersparach, attending church, tending his garden, [clears throat] corresponding with historians who wanted to understand the battles he had fought. In the 1950s, he helped create the operational history section of the United States Army Center of Military History, sharing his knowledge of defensive warfare with the nation that had been his enemy.

 He died on December 10th, 1971 at the age of 84. He was buried in Fryberg with full military honors, a recognition that even in defeat, even in service to a criminal regime, he had maintained standards that deserved respect. The British military historian BH Little Hart interviewed Hinrichi after the war and described him as a small, precise man with a parsonical manner who talks as if he were saying grace and hardly looks like a soldier.

 Another historian called him as charismatic as a 20 lb sack of fertilizer. Perhaps that’s why he’s been largely forgotten. In an era that celebrated audacious attacks and dramatic victories, Hinrichi was a master of the grim art of holding on. His greatest achievement was making sure that fewer people died. His finest moment was refusing an order.

 His legacy is measured not in territory conquered, but in destruction prevented. There’s a photograph of Hinrichi from 1937 meeting with Hitler. The contrast is striking. Hitler dynamic gesturing the center of attention. Hinrichi quiet watching the face of a man who is taking notes for later.

 They look like they come from different worlds. In a sense they did. One believed that nations existed to serve their leaders, that destruction was sometimes preferable to compromise, that the worthy proved their worth by winning and the unworthy deserved annihilation. The other believed that leaders existed to serve their nations, that preservation was almost always preferable to destruction, and that an army’s first duty was to protect its people, even from its own government.

 In the spring of 1945, those two world views collided on the roads of northern Germany. A field marshall demanded scorched earth. A general demanded something different. And in that moment, the general won. Not because he had more power. Not because he had better arguments, but because when Kitle asked why Hinrichi’s men weren’t being shot for retreating, Hinrichi asked why Kitle wasn’t willing to pull the trigger himself.

 It was the question of a man who had spent 40 years following orders, but who had never lost the ability to distinguish between duty and atrocity. A soldier who wore the uniform of a criminal regime, but refused to let it corrupt his soul. A general who understood that sometimes the most important battle is the one you fight against your own side.

 Gotard Hinrichi was not a hero in any simple sense. He served Nazi Germany. He led troops in a war of aggression. The armies under his command committed atrocities that he did not prevent and may not have known about. History cannot absolve him of these things.

 But in the end, when itmattered most, he chose differently than so many others. When the order came to burn everything, he said no. When the penalty for disobedience was death, he accepted that risk. When the world he had known collapsed around him, he walked away rather than participate in its final convulsion of destruction. [clears throat] That choice doesn’t redeem his service to Hitler.

 Nothing can. But it does remind us that even in the darkest circumstances, even when surrounded by madness and murder, individuals can still decide what they will and will not do. A match flares in the dark. An order slides across a table. A general reads it twice, and then he makes his choice. The city survived.

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