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Find�it.�Find�the�harmonics.

No,�no,�no,�no,�no.

Gregor�has�used

his new sorcerer's brigade to open a tomb.

Oh, there's no need for that, Ms. Pascal.

The�six�months�ends�today.

You'll�all�be�leaving�us�soon,

and the Library will be taking care of the Annex from now on.

Uh,�what�do�you�mean�by�that?

Well,�as�in�1847,�this�Annex

will be folded back into the Grand Library.

It�will�cease�to�exist.

What?�No,�no.

Not�our�Annex.

I would have thought you'd be thrilled.

You'll be able to sell the castle.

Use�the�proceeds�to�fund

your various acronymic endeavors.

Yeah,�you're�right.�It's�great.

Where�are�you�taking�all�that?

I'll be back in the barracks soon.

Now, some of this equipment's extremely rare.

This 16th century Sabre à lame courbe.

Mm,�Vikram�gave�me�this.

Well,�uh,�I�got�a�teaching�job.

-Oh, that's... -What?

-That's amazing. -Yeah.

Never thought I'd be back at a university again.

You're vindicated. That's wonderful.

Now you can teach about magic again.

Uh,�well,�no.

A condition of my employment is, uh,

I'm not allowed to mention magic or anything supernatural, so...

Not exactly the redemption I was hoping for,

but, uh, I'm teaching again, so that's something.

-Right? -Yeah.

That's�marvelous,�Mr.�Green.

I'm�really�gonna�miss�this�place

and�you�guys.

Did�you�miss�me?

Mr.�Stone.

Good to have you back in our little corner of the world.

Elaine.

Mr.�Jenkins�sends�a�fond�regard.

Hm.

Good�to�see�you,�sir.

It's�good�to�be�seen.

You guys have done an amazing job.

Unfortunately,�it�does�end�here.

Uh... Why does it have to end here?

I don't make the rules. The Library does.

You see, the Library decides who will be a Librarian,

decides�who�will�be�a�Guardian,

decides if the Annex exists and if it doesn't.

But you guys have been incredible.

And�on�behalf�of�the�Library,

I would like to send a very heartfelt thank you.

"Thank�you"?�That's�it?

That's�all�I�got.

I, however, do have three plane tickets.

Uno,�dos,�tres.

First�class.�Huh?

If we have to leave, couldn't we just use

the magic door one last time to get home?

I'm�afraid�the�door

is only for those in the service of the Library.

And�we're�not�anymore.

Stop!�Stop!�Stop!

We must not. We cannot.

What?�Breathe,�breathe.

Ah,�Mr.�Rock.

-Stone. -Precisely.

Um, just a matter of some unfinished business

that�needs�sorting�out.

-What kind of business? -Uh, a threat.

A danger of the utmost importance.

All right, well, whatever it is, I'll take it from here.

Elaine?

Whoa!

That�ever�happen�before?

-Certainly not. -That's a map of...

-Caucasylvia! -Cauca-what?

Uh,�Caucasylvia.

It's a small Eastern European country.

We�did�a�mission�there.

My�God,�the�burning�embers

have landed on the Capitol Building.

A�pendulum�to�overload�like�this

means we're dealing with something

well beyond the scope of our previous endeavors.

No.�Hey,�no.

Hey, Vikram! Hey, what were you gonna tell us?

I'm�afraid,�Mr.�Stone,

we must travel to Caucasylvia tout suite.

No!�No�more�missions!

No! Don't run away from me again.

This is gonna be a long day, huh?

Ow.

You can't just go.

Apparently, President Raddos is about to address the room.

Thank�you.

This is a momentous day in the history of Caucasylvia.

A day that will forever change the course of history

and the rebirth of our cherished lands.

However, this will be my last public address.

I'm stepping down as the President of Caucasylvia.

But I'm handing over the reins to a man most capable

of�leading�us�into�the�future,

a man of strength, wisdom, and determination.

Ladies�and�gentlemen,

I present to you the new leader of our fine country,

General�Bogdan�Gregor.

This�is�the�unfinished�business.

Sword of Mars? Are you kidding me?

You let Gregor get his hands on the Sword of Mars?

Last time we saw Gregor, he'd lost his people,

his�magic.

Yeah, he ran off with his tail between his legs.

What kind of an artifact allowed him

to take over a country so quickly?

It was rumored to be buried in the lost tomb of Attila the Hun.

Gregor found the tomb and the sword back in 1847.

He was in the act of retrieving the sword

when I locked us both in the time bubble.

You prevented him from getting it?

Back�then,�yes.

But now that he has escaped the time bubble,

I fear he would go back to retrieve it.

Whoa, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

You knew where the sword was. You didn't go get it?

You've�been�here�for�six�months.

I did not know the specific incantation.

But then I found that the frequency of this,

when struck against the Medina Crystal,

would emulate the harmonies of the incantation.

I was on my way to get the sword,

but�I�was�too�late.

You�didn't�know�the�incantation.

You're in the Annex to the Library, man.

-Look it up! -Sorry, sorry.

What�is�the�Sword�of�Mars?

The�Sword�of�Mars�is�one

of the most powerful magical items ever.

Makes�you�unbeatable�in�battle.

It's on the Library's 10 most wanted list.

Attila nearly conquered the world with it.

I can't believe you knew where the sword was,

you�didn't�get�it.

Didn't you rescue Vikram from the time bubble?

Yes,�I�did.

So you were in the lost tomb?

-Yep. -So you could have

-retrieved�it�yourself? -No,�no.

'Cause, well, yeah, you can't... You're not thinking of what...

This is... I was busy saving him!

Ha!

Pointing fingers at one another is not going to help us.

The�fact�is,�Gregor�now�has

one of the most powerful objects in the world.

Sword, I will keep you safe in here

while you keep me safe from my adversaries.

Organize�a�meeting�for�me

to address the leaders of the world's nations.

Tell them to check their defenses, their weapon systems.

If they want answers, I will provide them.

And those who dare not defend will regret it.

I thought I had more time.

I thought that Gregor did not have the Sorcerer's Brigade

to reopen the tomb, but I was wrong.

He has clearly transformed the band formerly known

as Gregor's Hammer into the Sorcerer's Brigade.

Okay, so he has the sword, but...

Wait, you said the tomb was empty.

Where�is�Attila's�remains?

No bones, no body, completely empty.

Of course it was. They had to bury the sword.

You see, when the keeper of the sword is defeated,

they�get�assimilated,

body and soul, into the sword's blade.

It�increases�the�power.

So we're not just dealing with Gregor anymore.

We are dealing with the spirit of Attila the Hun

and whoever else has ever wielded the sword.

But�why�Caucasylvia?

You know, if Gregor has this much power,

why go after a little-known country with a tiny army?

Are there other known magical artifacts there?

Maybe�resources�that�he�needs?

The power of the sword would have directed him

towards something that would allow him

to�accomplish�his�goals.

What that is in Caucasylvia, I do not know.

What?

Right�now?

Yeah.

That�was�DOSA.

They're at the United Nations and they're requesting me.

What's�DOSA?

The Department of Statistical Anomalies.

It's a super secret government agency that deals with magic.

They confront supernatural threats and sometimes call us

to store and protect what they find.

Yes, but they usually don't call us

unless it's something they can't handle.

Um,�um,�are�you�going�alone?

You guys have done a great job, okay?

But when it comes to saving the world,

it's�time�for�real�Librarians.

Vikram knows Gregor better than anyone.

Yeah, we've all just gone up against him.

Come on. It's just one more mission.

Please.

Listen...

All right, you two, you come with me.

You guys dig up whatever you can on "Caucasylvania,"

the sword, Attila, Gregor, the works.

Sorry,�no�unauthorized�visitors.

I'm�a�Librarian.

Of�course,�sir.

I�saw�Vikram�try�and�use�that.

Doesn't�always�work�for�him.

Took�me�a�while�to�master�it.

It's a little harder than it looks.

Stone.

Janis�Copeland.

I've�been�expecting�you.

Mm-hmm. This is Vikram Chamberlain.

-This is... -This must be Charlie.

I've�heard�much�about�you.

-Heard about me. -Not much gets by DOSA.

-Mm.�Not�much. -What�have�they�told�you?

Just that you were concerned and you needed our help.

Defense systems all around the world

have�just�suddenly�gone�down.

Computers, satellites, missile systems

are�failing�everywhere.

In short, the nations of the world

are�vulnerable�and�defenseless.

They've�all�been�hacked?

That's what they believe,

but�we�have�some�intel

that something strange, possibly magic-related,

was�going�on�in�Caucasylvia.

Delegates�and�ambassadors,

you have all accepted my invitation today

because�you�are�aware

that your countries are now defenseless.

What you may not know that the country of Caucasylvia,

as of today, has long-range nuclear missiles.

I'm currently targeting a major city

in every one of your countries...

...but war can be avoided.

You have 12 hours to draft letters

of total and complete surrender to me

and�pledge�fealty.

Defy me and you will pay a bitter price.

We knew they were trying to develop a nuclear program,

but we thought they were years away.

Sword�must�have�sensed�it.

Now we know why Gregor chose Caucasylvia.

Nuclear capable and easy to take over.

He's�done�it.

His demented dreams for world domination have come true.

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All�right.

We got just under 11 hours to get the sword back

from Gregor into the Library in order to save the world.

-Piece of cake. -I like your attitude.

You�idiot!

What�is�this�femininity?

On every table, I want black roses.

Black roses? Where would we find...

Black,�to�show�our�power,

the�roses�to�show�our�love.

And make sure they have thorns, lots of thorns.

-He's not wearing the sword. -That's bad?

It means that when we find the sword,

we�have�a�chance�to�steal�it

without being under his watchful eye.

This palace is enormous. Could be anywhere.

What the hell is that?

Uh, having studied the magic pendulum,

I was able to scientifically recreate the energy detection

it�uses�on�this�app�that�I�made.

It's worked quite well in the past.

You�scienced�the�magic.

Cassandra�would�love�that.

You three, find out where he's hiding the sword.

Charlie,�you're�with�me.

We're gonna keep an eye on Gregor.

Stairs.

Go.

Tell�me�about�it.

Hm.��Mm.

Oh!�Hello.

Quick�question.

Do either one of you have a headache?

Because�you�will�now.

You always carry chloroform on you?

-Girl's gotta be prepared. -Fascinating.

Why�is�this�still�here?

Where's�the�new�flag?

Now, let's sample the wine.

Okay, well, it's gotta be around here somewhere.

Uh...

Ah. Okay, come now. Chop, chop.

Put these on the table. Thank you.

President Gregor would like one black rose in there.

Now, I know a lot about breaking into safes,

but�that�predates�me.

Tubman�&�Sons�from�the�1830s.

Need an unusual key to unlock it.

Yeah, a Tubman key has got complex grooves and edges.

Huh.

It's�them!

They took our clothes!

Hey!

Ah, and that's our time to leave.

Your generals report that the weapons are live.

We fire the first round of missiles

after�tonight's�ball.

Destroy�a�few�cities.

But what if they surrender first?

It�matters�not.

We must show our strength and our will.

Millions�would�die.

Yes.

A glorious death in service of our cause.

A splendid way to end our celebration.

We�have�to�warn�everyone.

Hey!�Who�are�you�two?

You�shouldn't�be�here.

I'm�a�Librarian.

I�don't�care�who�you�are.

You are in a secured area, and you are under arrest.

I'm a Librarian. I'm a Librarian.

You don't understand. I'm a Librarian.

Mrs.�A,�we�need�a�door�now.

There must be some magical artifacts we can use here

that can get us past the guards and into the safe.

I�don't�know.

The power of the sword is unlike anything I've ever seen.

It's�blocking�weaker�magic.

Is that why when you tried the "I'm a Librarian" thing,

it�didn't�work?

Unless�you�didn't�do�it�right.

I did it... I did it right.

I know how to do it. I learned how to do it.

All�right?�It�blocked�me.

Stone.

What?�Calm...

Calm�down.

I'm�on�my�way.

What�is�it?

Copeland, she needs me back at the U.N., alone.

You�have�to�tell�them.

They have to know that, even if they surrender,

he plans on killing millions tonight.

I�know,�Charlie.

You guys keep working. Find a solution.

I�think�we've�got�something.

It's�been�bugging�me,�right?

Ever since Stone told us that if the sword's owner is defeated,

they're�assimilated�into�it.

Because�if�you�have�the�sword,

how can you possibly be defeated?

So Mr. Green asked me to help him find everything we have

on the previous owners of the blade.

It's�the�Sword�of�Mars,�right?

So let's start with Mars and the story of him and Venus.

Venus's husband Vulcan crafted a magical net

and caught them in an adulterous affair.

The gods then ridiculed Mars for being defeated by love.

Jump forward to Attila the Hun, the last owner before Gregor.

The story goes Attila married a young woman named Ildico

on the eve of a planned attack in 453 A.D.

The wedding celebration involved Attila indulging heavily.

The next morning, Attila was found dead

in�the�bridal�chamber.

But wasn't the cause of death some kind of internal bleeding

brought on by excessive drinking?

According to the Roman chronicler, uh...

-Marcellinus. -Marcellinus.�Thank�you.

"Attila,�King�of�the�Huns

"and ravager of the provinces of Europe,

"was pierced by the hand and blade of his wife

shortly�after�their�wedding."

So they were both defeated by love?

Precisely. That is its blind spot.

The sword protects its owner from all forms of attack.

Its�Achilles'�Heel�is�love.

So we just have to find someone that Gregor loves?

Easy.

Mm.

Oh.

-Yes. -No.

No. No, no, no. Hold on a second.

That's�it.

You will appear at the ball as Anya.

You will convince him that you are she.

The sword will not recognize this as an attack

and we will be free to steal the Sword.

This�is�crazy�talk.

You want me to pretend to be someone,

someone that I don't know anything about?

But someone I know everything about.

Oh, I will train you how to walk like her,

talk�like�her,�think�like�her.

Oh, when I am done training you, you will be Anya Besson.

Blimey. I'm Anya Besson.

My�God,�woman.

Anya is not some sort of street urchin.

No.�She�is�an�aristocrat.

And for the last time, it is not "Behson."

It�is�Besson.�Hm?�French�roots.

French�pronunciation.

-Ow! -Then hold still.

Listen,�Henry�Higgins.

You want to start rain in Spain-ing me

and I'm going to forget the whole thing.

If I had any idea what you were talking about,

I would reply with a witty retort.

Now,�again.

Besson.

Better.

What lovely and pleasant weather

we�are�having�this�season.

Hmm. A little overdoing it, but much, much better.

Okay, so I think I got the hair right.

Oh,�okay.

It's�not�right?

Perfect.

You�are�her.

Are�you�okay,�sir?

Yes.�Sorry.

It's just seeing her again, seeing you as her,

it�has�moved�me,�beyond�measure.

-Maybe this is a bad idea. -Nonsense.

Keep�in�mind,�Anya�is�elegant.

Refined.�Hm?

Hm-hmm.

Sophisticated.

But�impulsive,�whimsical.

Charming.

And the kindest person to walk the Earth.

Great. No, great. Easy-peasy.

Copeland.

Thank you for coming. You're gonna have to act fast.

When went through out entire database.

Every�magical�artifact�failed.

Nothing was able to overcome the power of the Sword of Mars.

All�right,�well,�maybe�we�got

something back at the Library that would help.

Nothing in your registry was able

to get the world's defenses back online.

All right, wait, wait, wait, wait.

What did you mean when you said I had to act fast?

You have to shut down the Library.

Disconnect�it�from�this�reality.

Protect all of the magical artifacts

from�whatever's�about�to�happen.

They're going to be needed to help rebuild

once the smoke or the fallout clears.

No, there's got to be another way, okay?

-We don't just give up. -We're out of time.

Protect the Library while you can.

I can't do this. I'm too nervous.

Nonsense.

With these marvelous communication devices

you created, hm, I'll be in your ear the entire time.

Anya?

My dearest Bogdan, you look as though you've seen a ghost.

-What deception is this? -Deception?

No. I am as real as the pulse in your fingertips.

Dance�with�me.

Remember, Anya is an extremely graceful dancer.

How is it possible you are here? Now?

Uh, Vikram, he summoned me, using black necromancy.

Oh.

But you see, I saw you weeks ago through the scrying glass.

I�was�able�to�see�everything.

I don't know who you are, but you are not Anya Besson.

All�right,�then.�Tell�him�this.

Once�arriving�to�this�future...

When I arrived to this future, Vikram bewitched me,

altering�my�voice,�my�visage.

His sorcery kept me under his spell.

That is, until I discovered you were here.

You expect me to believe this fairy tale?

The spell broke when I knew you were nearby.

"And I was able to escape."

And�I�was�able�to�escape.

"Now�I�can�be�with�you."

To�be�with�you.

-"Bear your children." -Ah, bear your children.

Bear�my�children?

Or adopt, maybe.

Appeal�to�his�vanity.

I would swim across the furthest ocean to be with you, my love.

-Because�you�know... -She's�found�it.

Connor,�go.

You will always have the key to my heart.

Shall�we�dance?

When you need to break into a secure room,

air�vents�are�your�best�friend.

Horrible�metal�sphincter.

Ah!

Why�is�this�happening?

The sword senses someone other than Gregor

is trying to get it, protecting itself.

But I thought, once Gregor was smitten by love,

the sword's defenses would be down.

Ah, the defenses are only down for the object of that love.

Which means Lysa's the only one who could get it?

Lysa, it is entirely up to you now.

If�you'll�excuse�me.

Get this back in his pocket before he realizes it's missing.

I don't think he's buying it.

You have to get him to open that safe.

He's�insane.

If he finds out that I'm pretending,

-he will kill me. -Hey.

I'm�your�guardian,�too.

I won't let anything happen to you.

Hm!

Pray tell, my love, what is this?

Your�favorite�drink,�my�love.

Please.

Favorite drink? What's her favorite drink?

Come on, you gotta know what her favorite drink was.

I cannot recall her favorite drink.

-You�can't�get�this�wrong. -Please,�drink.

Tell�me�what�I�have�brought�you.

Surely you know the name of your favorite drink.

Hm.

Sugar, bitters, cognac, and absinthe.

A�Sazerac,�you�remembered.

Anya,�it�is�you!

It's�her!

How could you possibly know that?

It's�a�family�recipe.

Grandma used to make it at Christmas.

You are back.

I�can't�believe�it.

-And the world is finally ours. -Mm.

You have to get him to open the safe.

I�am�so�glad�we�are�reunited.

It's just such a shame that you weren't able

to retrieve the Sword of Mars all those years ago,

like�you�had�hoped.

And now we are stuck in this ghastly future.

No,�this�future�is�wonderful.

You will see. So much more to conquer.

This modern world will be more fun to rule.

And you do believe you could conquer it?

Would�you�like�to�know�a�secret?

-You know I adore secrets. -I have the Sword of Mars.

It�is�finally�mine.

And�now�no�one�can�stop�me.

You are teasing me. You do not have the sword.

-I do. -I don't believe you.

I�must�see�it�with�my�own�eyes.

Then...

see�it�you�shall.

I�don't�trust�modern�security.

So I had them bring this safe from a museum.

Exactly like the one I had back in Belgrade.

Where�is�my�key?�I�had�it.

I...

thought I felt it whilst we were dancing.

The�Sword�of�Mars.

Unparalleled�power.

Unsurpassed�strength.

-It's beautiful. -"Beautiful"?

It's�magnificent.

The power of the greatest warriors of all time

contained�within�its�steel.

May�I�hold�it?

What?

The�sword.

May�I�hold�it?

Why?

You�and�the�sword�are�one.

To hold the sword is to hold your soul.

Your�heart.

You wouldn't deny me your heart now, would you?

Close�your�eyes.

Why?

It's�a�surprise.

You�are�incorrigible.

Hm.

Uh...

Get�to�the�door.

Guards!

Traitors!

Sword,�come!

Vikram, you used this woman to betray me.

You�underestimate�me.

Arrest�them.

No,�no,�no,�no.

We'll�hang�them�for�treason.

Never thought much of you, Gregor.

But I didn't think that you were a coward.

You�and�I�are�from�another�time.

A�more�noble�time.

May we not finish this in the old way?

You�want�to�battle�me?

Vikram.

I have the Sword of Mars, and you have...

What's�that?�Walking�stick?

That really is the most hideous laugh, Gregor.

Honestly, you really should work on that.

Come,�little�boy.

Let me teach you how real men fight.

I�tire�of�this�foolishness.

Up,�up,�up,�up,�up.

I should have ended you 200 years ago.

Woah,�woah,�that's...

That�doesn't�seem�fair.

Sorry,�but�who�are�you?

Me? Oh, no, I'm just a Librarian.

Well, Librarian, this is not your concern.

This battle is between Vikram and I.

I totally agree, but it should be a fair fight.

Don't�you�think?

Cal?

-Is that Excalibur? -Yeah.

Whistle�to�it.

Where�were�we?

Our�swords�are�well�matched.

But you, however, are not my equal.

Pardon�me.

You thought you could fool me with a fake Anya.

You're�pathetic.

Why not? I fooled you with the real Anya for years.

Go,�go!

Lies!

She�and�I�had�a�power

greater than anything you have ever known.

Greater than any magic you stole.

Stronger than any army you amassed.

It's�called�love,�Gregor.

True�love.

It seems my life is now in your hands.

Do you intend to kill me, Librarian?

Unfortunately for you, your fate was sealed

the day you took the Sword of Mars.

No!

Are�you�all�right?

Indeed.

Thanks�to�Excalibur.

I think it's time we put this in the Library,

where�it�belongs.

Stop.

All for one and one for all.

We�fight�for�gold?�Nay,�love!

Ha!

Do�you�have�to�take�him?

I was just getting the hang of it.

Look,�I�promise

I'll return him to the Library with all the other artifacts.

No, no, no. He is not an artifact.

Excalibur's more than just a magic object.

He's a Guardian.

Go on.

Thank you for letting us join one last adventure.

The pleasure is mine. However, I have to tell you,

at first I thought you guys were just going to be

another problem I had to deal with, huh?

But�you�made�me�look�good.

I couldn't have made a better choice.

So you're saying that, if it was up to you,

then we wouldn't have to leave? That we could remain a team?

That's not up to me. You know that.

It's�up�to�the�Library.

You might want to take another look

at those plane tickets that I gave you guys.

"You have been selected..."

"For�a�prestigious�position..."

"At the Metropolitan Public Library."

Does�this�mean...

The�Library�has�made�a�decision.

You've�shown�the�ability

to protect the Library's secrets.

Your passion for the Library's mission,

it�has�been�recognized.

This means I don't have to take that awful teaching job.

You...

Well, you've learned not only to appreciate the past,

but�to�protect�it.

The�Library�has�recognized

your willingness to exchange fortune, riches,

for a more noble, selfless cause.

And you did the one thing that only a true Librarian can do.

You�saved�the�world.

Wait. This does mean I'm a Guardian, right?

My dear, you thought you'd been rejected by the Library

when nothing could be further from the truth.

Charlie. You've always been a Guardian.

The Library was just trying to find the right place for you.

And�that�place,�it's�here.

We�offer�you�a�life�of�mystery,

and misery, a life of loneliness,

and�adventure,

but, most importantly, a chance to make a difference,

a chance to save the world every day of the week

and�twice�before�Friday.

Are�you�in?

Yes.

Did�you�know�that...

I won't let you down, man.

I�won't�let�you�down.

Does this mean that I won't be reassigned

to the Main Library as a useless relic?

Oh, I think the world could use another...

exceptional�Librarian.

Just promise me you won't put any more artifacts in the Annex.

Oh,�I�promise.

-But�this�goes�back... -Damn�it.

As soon as I've done one last thing.

Vikram.

Is�that�you?

Is�this�a�dream?

A�reverie�of�the�heart?

It�is�not�a�dream,�my�love.

I�believed�you�dead.

Are you speaking to me from the beyond?

I�come�to�you�from�beyond.

Beyond�time.

But,�no,�I�am�not�dead.

Then�come�to�me.

Step through this haze. Return to me.

I�cannot.

You�have�always�been

my�greatest�magic.

And�I�am�sorry

for�ever�having�left�you�alone.

Oh,�my�darling.

I am not alone.

You�see?

And�who�is�this?

Oh.

This�is�your,�our

great, great, great, great granddaughter.

Lysa.

Well...

I can see that you are not alone either.

Goodbye,�my�love.

Goodbye,�my�heart.

So are we ready for a lifetime of mystery and misery,

of loneliness and adventure, but, most of all,

a�chance�to�make�a�difference?

Ooh.�Venice.

I hear it's pretty magic this time of year.

This is not the end of the story.

Does�a�story�ever�truly�end?

Old�characters�leave�the�stage.

New characters step into the light.

Sometimes�old�characters�return.

You may not recognize us at first.

But�you�know�my�name.

I�am�Merlin.

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