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		<description>The original writings of author corvus</description>
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			<title>Chapter 3</title>
			<description>That odd man from before turns up at my door, and all I want to do in that moment is not think of anything, and all I can do is analyse every detail of the years before I died..</description>
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			<title>The Looking Glass</title>
			<description>From the perspective of Lewis Carroll, Alice is perhaps the most perfect child he has ever come across, pointedly due to her spectacular ability to lie...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/corvusclavem/1018226/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 2</title>
			<description>And upon meeting that girl again, I realised I wanted nothing more than something of convenience. </description>
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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>My name is AaronMort. I was told by the Records Department that it would be &amp;lsquo;beneficial&amp;rsquo; torecord the events of nine years ago. At that time, I was fifteen. Some activityhas been noted in the hidden areas of the Complex, and despite the amount of casualtiesfrom last time due ..</description>
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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>Prologue: To death do us part, dear sister, but that ended up being much closer than either of us thought.</description>
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			<title>Cold as Snow</title>
			<description>Aaron Mort was 10 years old when he died. After a life of misery and misfortune in the outlying borders of purgatory, he reflects on the mystical events that led him to his undoing.</description>
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