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			<title>Chapter 5</title>
			<description>	The world burst back into view as my feet hit the ground, my legs buckled, and I crashed onto my back. &amp;nbsp;For a while, there was nothing I could do but lay there and gasp. &amp;nbsp;Air had never tasted so good. &amp;nbsp;Mere moments ago, I had been sure that I would never get any again, and now... had..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 4</title>
			<description>	It was approaching the students&amp;rsquo; curfew as we jogged up to the main entrance to the Academy. &amp;nbsp;Thanks to Lyv&amp;rsquo;s harp, we weren&amp;rsquo;t even winded. &amp;nbsp;She stowed her harp away, and waved at the boy she had left on duty in her stead.	&amp;ldquo;Good even-- Oh! &amp;nbsp;Hi, Lyv!&amp;rdquo; &amp;nb..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 3</title>
			<description>	The cloud cover around the tower had grown noticeably darker since the morning. &amp;nbsp;Probably just the sun going down. &amp;nbsp;It&amp;rsquo;s about that time, right? &amp;nbsp;We stopped running when we reached the line of destruction. &amp;nbsp;I hadn&amp;rsquo;t really noticed earlier the extent of the damage. &amp;n..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 2</title>
			<description>	Somewhere nearby, a woman's voice yelped loudly. &amp;nbsp;I never found out who it was, but I promise it wasn't me. &amp;nbsp;I stumbled backward, tripped over my own feet, and fell into a puddle of what was all-too-recently a raging barbarian. &amp;nbsp;The Giant's eyes were huge, and he was watching me appr..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>	The tower stood as it always had since time immemorial. &amp;nbsp;A ragtag structure of bronze, iron, steel, &amp;nbsp;and who knows what else. &amp;nbsp;Hulking cogs meshed together were piled so perfectly with what looked like stone pieces from old castles. &amp;nbsp;A balcony here, an arched doorway there, and ..</description>
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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>	The inky blackness of the night wrapped around Rathgar like a blanket as he leaned eagerly atop the crenellated wall. &amp;nbsp;Unable to pierce the darkness, his eyes saw nothing, but his ears saw everything. &amp;nbsp;The ultra-low, bass hum that came from his throat reverberated across the landscape, de..</description>
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			<title>Untitled So Far</title>
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			<title>The End</title>
			<description>I had a &quot;writing challenge&quot; for a creative writing class where we had to choose three prompts from a list to make a 5-10 page short story.  This is what I wrote.</description>
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