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			<title>Prologe</title>
			<description>He sees himself on the golden diamond encresred throne. He's wearing the finest of silk. He looks around smuggly and sees everyone bowing down to him and giving him the finest of fruit and vegetables. The villagers are shouting and cheering his name King Harold! King Harold! He walked into his room ..</description>
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			<title>The Lost Prince</title>
			<description>The king's brother despises him. He was raised by dwarves thought to be lost for eterity by his royal parents. </description>
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