Looking wildly up at the sky, Pitch sniffed the air in ecstasy. With one shrug and a toss of his midnight cloak, he blotted out the Moon. He crouched down and dug his fingers into the earth, letting the scents of the surrounding forest reach into his searching brain. He was ravenous, overwhelmed by a fiery hunger that burned him from within.

Breathing deeply, he trolled the winter wind for the prize he coveted, the tender meal he had craved even beyond freedom all those endless years of imprisonment down below: the good dreams of innocent children. He would turn those dreams into nightmares—every last one—till every child on Earth lived in terror. For that’s how Pitch intended to exact his revenge upon all those who had dared imprison him!

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With his shadowy Nightmare Men and Fearlings, Pitch sailed the heavens on waves of fear, plundering planets, extinguishing stars, and scuttling any airship that crossed his path, savagely stealing every dream and replacing it with misery and despair. The dreams he hungered for most were those of children—the pure of heart. He could sense children from seven planets off, and with a mere touch of his hand, he could leave them plagued with nightmares for the rest of their lives. And for some there was a worse fate. Pitch turned some children into Fearlings, glorying in their pathetic moans and cries as he transformed them from humans to dark phantoms.

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First, he cultivated an encircling hedge of bracken and vines to guard the heart of Santoff Claussen. The ground around the village, rich with stardust, proved to be a fertilizer like no other, so thick vines sprang up, spreading as Ombric directed. They twined and twisted into a nearly impenetrable hedge, a hundred feet high, barbed with thorns the length of spears.

In spite of the thorns, however, strangers more interested in rumors of treasure than in learning made their way to Santoff Claussen. Like most master wizards, Ombric could conjure up diamonds and gems of eye-popping splendor as he pleased. He used them in spells and elixirs. Once used, they lost their gleam and had no further value. Yet rumors of his untold wealth persisted. Indeed, there was treasure in Santoff Claussen! It was just not the sort the treasure seekers coveted.

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WHILE NORTH RECOVERED IN Big Root, the spectral boy rollicked across the planet as he pleased, from the wilds of Canada to the Himalayas to Arabian desert sands, riding on the wind or on fleets of clouds he’d commandeer at his whim. He could outrun any moonbeam and took prankish pleasure in hiding from them. He could never sit still for long. It was as if he’d been locked inside for ten thousand rainy days.

Which wasn’t far from the truth. Being locked inside Pitch’s cold heart had been like a prison. Still, it wasn’t the dagger that kept Pitch paralyzed all that time, but the goodness of the spectral boy. The boy thawed the tiny fragment of goodness that still lived inside Pitch and kept his evil frozen, unable to act.

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Up on the Moon, however, there was no cause for laughter. Tsar Lunar—the one we call the Man in the Moon—was on high alert. Something was amiss. Each night he sent thousands of moonbeams down to Earth. And each night they returned and made their reports. If they were still bright, all was well.

But if they were darkened or tarnished from their travels, Tsar Lunar would know that the children of Earth needed his help. For a millennium all had been well and the moonbeams had returned as brightly as they had ventured forth. But now, one moonbeam had not returned.
And for the first time in a very long time, Tsar Lunar felt an ancient dread.

The wizard tended the little tree, and it grew—faster than he ever thought possible—into a wonder of nature. A wonder of the cosmos! It grew to the exact size of Ombric’s dream for it. And it formed its limbs, roots, and trunk so that Ombric could live inside. The first children to see the great tree had named it Big Root. And from this headquarters, Ombric welcomed all those with inquiring minds and kind hearts. Soon a small village sprang up. Ombric called it Santoff Claussen, an ancient phrase from Atlantis that meant “place of dreams.”

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import requests
from functools import partial
from itertools import cycle
from random import randint
from typing import Any

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./nayax-emb --direct-cmd -c 'DO DF40 00' -f /dev/hidraw0
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```
./nayax-emb --direct-cmd -c 'SET DF8B01 01053000200200040000100010A080200060000510400080200D420200392500000301234567FFFF11111111222233444455555555667777777788889920FFFF' -d /dev/hidraw0

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---- PlugPlay service: Stopped (StartType Disabled)
---- Attempting to enable + start PlugPlay...
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