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The Son of Nepal Audiobook- Chapter 3

Johannan faced a battle within himself, one person against an army of guilt as he felt the tremble of her slim body in his embrace, every shudder like myriads of soaring needles penetrating the membrane of his soul. He held her even closer and whispered in her ear. He could sense a change, almost as if she had given up on him coming back. “I will return to you, my love.”
Ayushi adjusted her head as if to stare into his face. He had never called her my love before; something was different. He grabbed her hands and pressed them firmly against his heart. It pounded faster than ever, overflowing with passion and life like the river after heavy rainfall. “My beloved Ayushi, you are always with me, and you live in here. I’ll take you with me wherever I go.”
Johannan felt that the strong, intense love he had for her would give him the unstoppable desire and strength to return to her. Just that inner vision of them living together, happily, with a small family of their own, made him feel invulnerable to pain and unflinching towards all challenges ahead. He pictured himself playing the flute to settle their firstborn while Ayushi gently rocked their baby to sleep. It was an amazing thought, two childhood best friends sharing something so special and so unique. Creating a family and taking care of one another. He stared at his hands, clenching his fists tightly against all the bad fate that may befall him on his travels, as if his will to survive was manifesting itself in the tightness of his hands.
“I must—I will return to you, Ayushi.”
He went to briefly visit Ketan, Nanda, and Raman to tell them that he would be back one day to share his adventures and to listen to the mischief Ketan had gotten up to while he was away. After a short while, he departed for the Gobi desert, knowing that if he stayed any longer it would just be too challenging to leave. Ayushi cried while everyone else followed behind him as he progressed past the last two huts in the village. She couldn’t stand up, the grief and distress sapped the strength in her legs. She fell to her knees clasping her hands, her face shimmered with tears.
Raman and Ketan stood on opposite sides of her and supported her onto her feet. The door to one of the huts swung open, and a voice of an older woman shouted his name.
He stopped; it was Mama Jala. He knew she would come out sometime and demand that he come back. He could hear Ayushi weeping, and it tugged on his heart. Mama Jala rushed over to console her. He knew she would—it was just like her to be so predictable. He could hear her voice.
”Quiet, my child, he will be back.”
Mama knew how intense Ayushi felt about him. She shook her head in disappointment.
“That boy!”
Mama was so protective of Ayushi. He knew she was going to shout at him for disappointing her, but this time he couldn’t listen to her. She didn’t understand what was going on inside him, the day-to-day struggle with his desires. No one did, not his friends, Mama Jala, or even Ayushi.
“Are you really going to leave her like this, in this horrible state, Johannan?”
Discharges of pain ran from his eyes, he couldn’t turn back. But he knew she had just fallen to the ground, and if he turned around, that would be it; he’d rush back and abandon everything.
“Don’t turn around. You must do this,” he ordered himself under his breath.
His nose was almost beginning to run. He could imagine Mama Jala pointing at him with her rolling pin. Johannan didn’t know when he was going to return, but when he returned, he was adamant that he would have the cure with him.

The Son of Nepal Audiobook- Chapter 1

High up in the Himalayas of Nepal, the whistling cries of the falcon proclaimed its dominion over the sky as it scanned the wilderness for food. The lands of Asia welcomed the heavens where the blend of delicate blues met the dapple greens of nature along the horizon. The coarse organic outlines of the great mountains, crowned with a diadem of sparkling white snow and a halo of clouds, were a symbol of benevolence from an almighty god.
The herds rested sound in the bosom of the hills not far from the winding serpent of crystal that crafted the afternoon river.
Charged with the protection of life, the vast moving islands of vapour shielded the eyes of the earth from the sun that demanded respect from those that gazed upon him.
There, high up in the Himalayas where the earth reached for the sky, was a free spirit. A wandering young man, an Ambassador of the Soburin, who scarcely was caught in the same place more than once. The young man went by the name of Johannan.
His eyes locked on the clusters of white clouds leisurely floating through the azure sky. The clean smell of crisp mountain air cooled his throat as it filled his lungs.
Weary from his travels, Johannan rested on a smooth rock while nibbling the stem of a length of grass. The towering blades of green and brown bowed before the majestic shrills of the upward drafts. He recalled his travels on the lands beneath, and how long it took him to climb to the summit. Places that took days to travel seemed only to be minutes away when he gazed into the everlasting greens of the lands below.
For hours, Johannan had been fixed in a tranquil state of mind, but the sudden noises of bashing hooves from the mountain goats clapping against the rocks broke a spell of stillness over him. He turned and saw a tribe of goats feeding on the wild grass as the young ones played with each other. The scene strummed on the strings of his memory, reminding him of all his childhood friends and all the loved ones and wonderful things he had left behind in his village. He could smell the warm, dense, spicy fragrances of dal bhat that Mama prepared, the hot wisps of vapours that escaped and filled the room when he broke into the skins of the unleavened bread that she baked. Johannan licked his lower lip; he could almost taste the memory. It had been a long time since he had tasted some good home cooking.
He longed for the days of waking up to the clapping echoes of Mama beating wet clothes against the river rocks. The noises annoyed him back then, but it was something he’d gladly welcome back. The simplicity of his life then was something he took for granted. Mama often warned about the comforts of love and the danger that lies in taking it for granted.
Johannan reminisced about Nanda, the storyteller, and Raman, the giggler who always found humour in his jokes. He remembered partaking with the mischievous Ketan in his silly antics. Ketan was always getting up to no good; he was remarkably skilled at aggravating his elderly father. He recalled a time Ketan decided to hide his father’s goats from him, and another scenario where he dyed his father’s chickens bright blue with the dye his mother used for cooking. He turned his head as if to focus more on another area of open sky, and he envisioned . . . her. He breathed in as much air as he could. She was the reason he was out here, far away from home, travelling the wilderness night and day. She was the reason he met him, the Soburin.
The vision was of a young, beautiful Asian woman sitting on a small wooden stool. His eyes opened wider with an expression of awe and his heart raced.
An upward gust of Himalayan glory covered him, the blade of grass he chewed on arched, and his long charcoal-toned hair loosely danced like a blown flame to the wails of the passing winds. He could see her long, black hair falling to her waist, a benevolent smile on her face. The subtle aroma of rose oils that Mama massaged into her skin filling the house with her presence. Despite the cool brushes of the wind, he could feel the waves of heat from his heart moving within him. He hugged himself, gripping his shoulders; he could almost feel her gentle embrace. Johannan stretched his hands to the sky as if to touch the vision of her with the tip of his finger. My beloved Ayushi, you mean so much to me, and I have been gone for years, so long. I wish my journey would come to an end, so I could be with you again.
He closed his eyes and gently placed his hands over his heart. When I return, your sight will be cured as he promised me, and we will get married as I have promised you since we were children playing by the riverside. Johannan stared at the goats playing with each other so blissfully, enjoying a freedom he longed for.
Even the wild animals are with their loved ones.
A deep sigh of sorrow escaped his lips, and a tear freed itself and swivelled down his cheek.
I wonder what she’s doing now. Probably home, outside playing away on that old flute I made for her when we were little.
He reminisced about how they used to play the flute together. Raman and the children of the village would dance to their cheerful melodies. He caught the escaped tear with the hem of his cloak. The wails of the winds fell to a silence. It would be the greatest manifestation of joy if my Ayushi could have her sight by our wedding day.
He remembered how he felt when he first met the Soburin—the excitement, the adventure, and the beginning of his greatest sorrow.
“I remember the day I left home,” he said just above a whisper.

The Son of Nepal Audiobook- Prologue

“State your case, Aliqxis!”
“Master, you promised that you will keep my people from harm. You promised me!”
“And have I not spared your people for the sake of that which was promised?”
“Wicked people have increased in the land, and Teki will have the case he needs to chasten the lands of Asia. The good will pay for the deeds of the unjust—unless something is done.”
“What is it that you are asking of me, Aliqxis?”
“Send one of the two sons that you promised to me and my people a thousand years ago. Send him that they may restore balance, or Teki will destroy my beloved people.”
“You have asked much of me.”
“Forgive me, my Master.”
“I have weighed the heart of a youngling in the lands to the south, one with your blood flowing through him. He will be the one, but he is not yet ready.”
“Master, if nothing is done soon, we will lose them all: men, women, and our children. Will you forfeit all for the sake of one?”
“Very well, Aliqxis, I shall hasten his destiny. I shall go into the land and afflict the youngling with a burden for the sake of your people. He will become a man of great sorrow and pain, at your request.”
“Yes, Master, this is the way it has to be.”


It was a fair morning as usual. A woman stood in the river washing her clothes with her little boy. From the sides of her eyes, she caught the ambling movement of the old traveller, the same one who visited two years ago. He wore a hat so wide that it sheltered the basket he carried on his back.
“You again!” said the woman.
“Oh?” reciprocated a deep tone. The old traveller chuckled, “How is the boy treating you?”
“He’s getting on well. We were just washing our clothes together. He seems to enjoy helping me—don’t you, son?” The little boy nodded, and the old traveller closed in and laughed, extending his arm to ruffle the boy’s hair.
“See, I told you he would settle down.”
The woman stood on the balls of her feet and angled herself to peep over his shoulder. “So, what have you got in the basket?”
“Someone special. She’s here to meet your little one.”
“So that’s it, you have brought me another child.”
As he was about to remove the basket from his back, the old man paused, “A blind girl. You do not want her?”
“Oh no, no! I will take care of her and treat her as my very own. The poor thing, where did you find her?”
“On a roadside, far from here—abandoned, of course. Plucked this little flower up from the ground and threw her into the basket of beans. We’ve been travelling companions for many weeks now.”
The woman expressed a confused demeanour. “But she’s such a pretty child, isn’t she? Why would . . .” She extended her hands to embrace the child. “Just give her to me. Me and Johannan will take good care of her, won’t we, Johannan?” The little boy smiled and nodded with enthusiasm.
“He seems quite excited about having a new playmate.”
“What is the child’s name?” said the woman.
“I’ve grown accustomed to the name Ayushi.” The traveller kneeled down to take the girl out of the basket. “Say hello, little Ayushi. This woman will be taking care of you from now on.” Ayushi gripped onto his forearms and remained quiet. The traveller chuckled, “Err, perhaps she needs more time. The two children are quite the set, they have some kind of special bond. You may not understand this, but it was the will of the heavens to bring her here. You three belong together for some reason of fate.”
“The will of the heavens? I’ve never heard of such things before,” said the woman.
“Yes, as soon as I picked her up, the wind began to blow in the direction of this village. You have to see it to understand: the grass, the trees, everything bending and pointing in this direction. And the moment I got here, it stopped.”
The woman repaid him with her most delightful smile, “Well, I will raise them as my very own. You can be sure of that, old traveller.”
The man’s wide sedge hat tilted up towards the sky. “I know you long for a family, but these two children are very different; they will not be like brother and sister. I can sense it—it seems to be the will of the heavens.”
“Let’s get her out of the basket. Come, Johannan, come and introduce yourself to Ayushi.”
Johannan walked over and took hold of Ayushi’s hand, and they both giggled. The woman clasped her hands in admiration. “Wonderful! They like each other.”
The old traveller swivelled to face them and caressed his bearded chin. “Perhaps she doesn’t need much time at all.”
The nearby trees began to clatter; the rapid movements of the woman’s eyes exposed that she was surprised. “That’s a very strong gust of wind. We don’t get winds like that round here.”
“See! Did I not tell you?” The man pointed to the sky. “It is the will of the heavens. The sky is rejoicing that you are finally together. It could well be that the heavens have been waiting for this day to come.” He wagged his finger at her, “Great fortune I predict.”
He hoisted his basket onto his back. “Well, that’s my job done then. I shall be off.”
The woman laughed, “Just like that. You are a very mysterious old man.”

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A Book Review: The Son of Nepal by J.J Sylvester

A book review by diane Cheng.

Diane Cheng


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First of all, I love how this book talks a lot about the supernatural being and heaven. I don’t really feel like this is a fantasy book, but more of a biblical with a twist of romance, because I somehow saw Moses through Johannan when he became a Judge, and I saw Adam and Eve on Johannan and Ayushi’s destiny.

You know what, there are actually a lot of things that you will see in this first book, yeah, there is a second book which I am hoping to read as well. Then book three is in the making. I truly believe that the Muhandae in this story is God while Soburin is Jesus Christs, and Johannan is one of his disciples. This is what I think, but do let me know what you think when you read the book. But the…

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The Sons of Thunder

Imagine you had the power to move mountains, to divide a gushing river with a wave of the hand. Imagine you could see into the future and walk in the spirit realm, where all the secrets of life on Earth have been hidden—the cures for plagues, the unseen actions behind wars, and the reasons behind broken relationships. Imagine you could see the causes of people’s pain from visions or dreams. Imagine that all the leaders of the world had a spiritual counterpart that, if removed, would change the very course of leadership and history.All these themes are covered in the spiritual fantasy series, The Sons of Thunder.

The first book, The Son of Nepal, is about the inner conflicts of a young man who embarks on a difficult journey across China to find the Great Spirit. His challenging quest is rewarded with an almighty power, a thirst for knowledge, a greater mission, and an unusual friendship.

The second book, Let the Earth Tremble, will be out mid-summer. It’s set over a thousand years before The Son of Nepal.

The Great One has descended and demolished the city of Atlantis. The god of the temple, Poseidon, and a multitude of high-ranking spirits break free from their sculptures of worship to escape the Great One’s wrath. They flee to the great lands of the East where they endeavour to rebuild their mighty kingdom. As a result of their presence, wars break out in the mortal realm of ancient China.

Unbeknown to the people, a foreign spirit of famine, the Majabuta, who resides within a charm, is given as a gift to a peasant woman during the Qin Dynasty. The spirit conquers the whole of China in the spirit realm, granting a favourable advantage in war for the mortal king. The favour of the Majabuta rests with the Qin Dynasty, but there is a cost.

A little peasant girl befriends a sullen, unfriendly old man who sits all day and night under a paulownia tree in her village. Soon, however, she discovers that he is more than just some old man, and her journey towards greatness and enlightenment begins.

Copyright © J.J Sylvester 2016

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The Spirits


In the world of The Sons of Thunder, spirits play a very active role. These invisible entities appear in the Everplanes, which is, in effect, the spirit world of Earth.

Spirits affect the everyday lives of the people—from causing destruction to reuniting loved ones. The spirits speak with divine voices undetectable by the human ear, so their voices are perceived as thoughts. It is with these thoughts that the mortal kingdoms rise and fall, heroes are made, lovers are reunited, and great fortunes are discovered. It is also these thoughts that can drive a person to madness, cause a mother to desert her child, and lead a man to enslave a nation.

The three types of spirits are: the watchers, the whisps, and the Jinns. The watchers are servants of the Soburin and the Muhandae. The many types of watchers include warriors, wardens and messengers. They preserve the order of things and develop life. The watchers are divided into classes according to their power and authority: the Announcers, the Origins, the Monarch Princes, and the Congregation of Irdis.

The Jinns are the spiritual kings of the Earth and rule nations from behind the scenes. They have manifested in many ways during the course of history, one of which can be traced back to the Gods of Olympus. In the second book of The Sons of Thunder series, Let the Earth Tremble, there is a penalty for the Jinns’ unseen politics, and the Great One descends to destroy Atlantis.


The Jinns are divided into different classes according to their power and authority: the High Jinns, the God Beasts, and the Jinns. The whisps rank lower and have less power than the Jinns, doing their bidding. Their behaviour is very different from the Jinns’: they tend to behave more like human beings—or perhaps human beings behave more like them. The whisps are the counsellors of the earthly kingdoms and keep everyday people under control. They sometimes take the forms of mythical creatures. The spirits operate from different spiritual kingdoms, which dictate their effects on the destinies of man.

The Son of Nepal

Copyright © J.J Sylvester 2016



In the world of Sons of Thunder, a lost power has been rediscovered. It is a power greater than magic. The power is called Majestics and allows the user to freeze raging rivers, still earthquakes, and command the heavens, performing godlike deeds. Majestics are spiritual contracts that override the laws of nature. The contracts are made with the Soburin and the Muhandae, a supreme and complex entity that agrees to perform the godlike wonders.

There are four categories in which the powers manifest:

 The Majestics of the Elements, The Majestics of the Mind, The Majestics of Wonders, and The Majestics of Power.

In the Sons of Thunder, selected humans are granted specific Majestics, giving them authority and power over the elements, nature, and plagues.

Here is an excerpt from The Son of Nepal where the hero demonstrates the Majestic of Water for the first time.


The riverbanks were mostly hills crowned with an abundance of greenery, and its floors were covered in a sheet of coarse browns from the fallen leaves. He arrived at a clearing on the bank and scanned around for anything that was out of the ordinary. The surging force of the rapids and the midday glare of the sun were all he could see.

But, in that very moment, after all the searching, Johannan witnessed something astounding. It was something he had never heard of or seen before.

He saw a ghostly image of himself pacing to the edge of the river and stamping its foot against the waters. He couldn’t grasp what it meant, so he kept observing. The image started again and continued to do so: walking from where he was, stamping, and then disappearing.

Hours went past, and Johannan continued to watch this image repeating itself. His hair colour hadn’t changed back, which he knew meant the Master was still present. He sat down on the ground, rubbing his forehead. Why doesn’t he show himself? Where could he be?

The sun was beginning to descend when an idea presented itself to Johannan—things were beginning to come together in his head.

The conversation those fishermen were having, and the image. Perhaps they were linked, maybe he should mimic the image.

He got up to his feet and began to shamble closer to the edge of the bank. It displayed threatening surges of thunderous waters. He wondered why he was doing this; it didn’t seem to make sense putting his life at risk—one misplaced step, and the currents could sweep him away. But, it could also mean that the image was an instruction of what he must do next.

Johannan lifted his foot and stamped it against the shallowest part of the river. As soon as it collided with the riverbed, the earth shuddered. The waters detonated, freeing a screeching wind that forged the liquid into two serrated walls of ice. Pema and Rinzen with eyes wide open were silent and petrified.

The mighty rapids were now divided into two parts that exposed a bouldered pathway of secrets all the way to the opposite side of the river. The shimmering walls claimed their dominion further up. The noise of swirling liquids accumulating was like a dying wail as the crackles of forming ice subdued its movement.


Visions are a common occurrence among the main characters in The Sons of Thunder. In this scene, Johannan is prompted by a vision of himself to activate the Majestics. The Sons of Thunder is a series of novellas based on different fates—the cords of destiny—that will soon weave together and save the world.

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Copyright © J.J Sylvester 2016

The Watchers

Watchers are spirits that inhabit the celestial kingdom of Irdis. They are under the rule of the Soburin and the Muhandae. They occasionally visit Earth to perform their duties.Some watchers have the power to move mountains or travel at light speed, others have access to hidden knowledge. Here are some of the watchers that appear in the series so far:


The Congregation of Irdis

These are lower-ranking watchers under the rule and direction of a Monarch Prince.



Aneo is a watcher under Prince Tanar from the clan of educators. He is six feet tall with sky-blue hair. He is exceedingly wise, speaks concisely, and tends to disappear as soon as the attention is elsewhere, He will also appear unexpectedly. Aneo enjoys cooking and is seen feeding Johannan, Pema, and Rinzen in the wilderness. He makes his first appearance in book one, The Son of Nepal.



Eelis is a watcher under Prince Tanar from the clan of educators. He is remarkably knowledgeable and is very curious about human beings and their behaviour. Eelis delights in teaching the hidden secrets of the world to Aliqxis. He adores her but believes she acts without thinking. Eelis taught Aliqxis how to read and write. He is thought to be the most down-to-earth of all the watchers in the story so far because of his laughter.



The Monarch Princes

There are twelve Monarch Princes in The Sons of Thunder. They are the rulers of the Congregation of Irdis and are divided into four divisions: war, strategy, service, and scholar. Some Monarch Princes undergo change when the Muhandae empowers them. This is known as the exalted state.



Zion, of the war division, is the first Prince of Irdis and the most formidable.

Zion is a heavily armed, seven-foot-tall militant warrior on horseback.  He is solely responsible for the destruction of numerous kingdoms. He is, by far, the most feared of the twelve. Most of his adversaries surrender or retreat before battle. Zion makes his first appearance in the second book, Let the Earth Tremble.



Mihai the mighty, of the war division, is the second prince, and he is the strongest of all the Monarchs Princes. He is a nine-foot-tall giant spirit capable of levelling mountains and parting rivers with his titanic strength. Prince Mihai can take down armies of opposing spirits with just his sword. He makes his first appearance in Let the Earth Tremble.



Tivara the quick, of the war division, is the third prince and is established as the fastest of all the princes. He is able to cross lands almost instantly and uses speed as a weapon during combat. Prince Tivara makes his first appearance in Let the Earth Tremble, in a confrontation with Poseidon.



Prince Sheel, of the service division, is the warden and carer of nature. He is a shepherd at heart and cares for nature from the spirit realm, guiding beasts through the voice of instinct. Prince Sheel makes his first appearance in Let the Earth Tremble.



The Origins

Origins rank higher than the Monarch Princes. There are a total of eight Origins, who protect the world through law. Each Origin represents their own field in higher court cases.



Jeemah, the Origin of War, is one of the deadliest warriors in the entire universe. He possesses a fighting prowess much superior to all the Monarch Princes. He is the guardian of the secret knowledge of destruction. In the highest courts of the universe, he has gained the upper hand in the case against Teki, the Origin of Evil, who petitioned to disclose the secret knowledge of advanced weaponry in the form of explosives to mankind in early history. Jeemah fears that if the knowledge is revealed too soon, mankind will destroy itself before fulfilling its potential. Jeemah makes his first appearance in The Son of Nepal.



Bijali, the Magistrate of Disaster, is the protector of Earth against natural disasters. Bijali has defeated Teki’s numerous petitions to wipe parts of the world with natural disasters. The cases in which he was defeated by Teki have brought about hurricanes, tsunamis, volcanoes, and earthquakes. Bijali makes his first appearance in Let the Earth Tremble.



Bentara, the Origin of Life, is responsible for life on Earth and has won many cases against Teki, preventing disease and plague. Bentara makes his first appearance in Let the Earth Tremble.



The Chief Announcers

The Chief Announcers are the highest-ranking watchers in The Sons of Thunder.



Vestnesis always appears before judgment. He is also a Judge. He makes his appearance twice in The Son of Nepal—but only once is his appearance made obvious.

Copyright © J.J Sylvester 2016

The Everplanes

The Everplanes is a spirit world where spiritual entities coexist with mortal man. It has its vast continents, deserts, and seas, its grand mountains, animals, and kingdoms. Mostly, the Everplanes mirrors its tangible counterpart, Earth. Events that take place in the Everplanes have a rippling effect on events in the mortal realm.

It is from here that destinies, difficulties, and luck are assigned to each human being. If someone could discern the spirit realm, they would perceive most things before they happen.

The Everplanes is also where the forces of magic operate and are used to manipulate the spirit realm to alter fates.

As an example, lush farmlands that stretch as far as the eye can see in the mortal realm appear as just a humble miniature garden in the same location of the Everplanes. This garden in the Everplanes is the mark of the true potential of those farmlands in the mortal realm.

Some things in the Everplanes are like seeds, smaller than their mortal equivalent.

For example, if a farmer is fortunate enough to build a farm in the same location as a healthy shrub exists in the Everplanes, his farmland will consist of fertile soil. With a little hard work, the lands will yield a good crop, and that farmer can take care of his family with a minimal amount of effort.

However, if that shrub was cut down by a mischievous wandering spirit in the Everplanes, the farm would suffer from drought, famine, or some other destructive force. Even though the majority of mankind are blind to the Everplanes, some people have developed an ability to see into it. If they see a celestial shrub or a spiritual tree, in the mortal farmland, they can successfully predict good fortune.

This connection is not limited to farmlands; it also exists for kingdoms. Whatever happens in the great kingdoms of the Everplanes has an effect on the mortal realm. In the second book, Let the Earth Tremble, which is set in 225 BC in the Qin Dynasty, the Gobi Desert is called Han-Hal in the mortal realm the Gobi Desert in the Everplanes. This is a sign that Han-Hal will become the Gobi Desert in the future, unless an event, such as war, alters the spirit realm. The Gobi Desert appears larger than its mortal counterpart. This is a sign that through war, natural disaster, or some other means the mortal realm will extend its borders in the future.

In The Sons of Thunder, this connection is what man has come to call fate.


Copyright © J.J Sylvester 2016

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