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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>The grass scratched her knees, but Scarlet didn't care.She was cold and her thin, pale body trembled beneath her partiallysee-through night dress. But she didn't care about that either. Allshe cared about was that she was here. As long as she was here, shewas safe.	She closed her eyes ..</description>
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			<title>The Puppeteer</title>
			<description>What happens when your psychiatrist goes crazy? </description>
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