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			<title>The Climb</title>
			<description>The ice and sharp rocks cutting into his hands and exposed back. The pain didn't phase him now, it was a kind of comfortable suffering. It felt exactly like what he deserved. </description>
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			<title>The Glass Wall</title>
			<description>The wall could only be breached from the inside, and only one person resided there. Only this one person and a million demons. </description>
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