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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>He watched the intruders with distain as they gathered around their bus. God he hated tourists, with their cameras, their noisy opinions about everything--as if they knew anything--and their carelessness. They were, in his mind, like a plague of locusts that descended on his home all to frequently. ..</description>
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			<title>Midnight Mist</title>
			<description>Eva wanted an adventure. Some mystery and excitement to get her out of the stagnecy of her routeen. And what could be better than a trip to one of the most famous haunted mansions in the country for that?</description>
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