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			<title>Servitude</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Life is just a series of trade offs. You get this wonderful new promotion at work, but find that you&amp;rsquo;re spending less and less..</description>
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			<title>Noir Blood chapter 1</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;The worst came when I opened my eyes.&amp;nbsp; Even though I done this every night for longer than I care to think about, panic still managed to set in. After being stabled for too long my senses came galloping out, rushing through me and bringing my body up to speed with what my brain already ..</description>
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			<title>Noir blood</title>
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			<title>Cape</title>
			<description>Monkeys. Why did it have to be monkeys?   A tale of a rookie superhero and a town full of monkeys.</description>
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			<title>Alacran y el Pistolero</title>
			<description>An old man walks across the desert, ready to meet his fate.</description>
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			<title>Seraphs Edge Part 2</title>
			<description>S**t. Angels. I killed Angels.</description>
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			<title>Seraphs Edge Part 1</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;The rain was my friend. It ran down my face like the tears I wasn't able to shed, washing away the blood from my eyes and the dirt from my clothes. But it didn't take the anger away with it, and for that I was glad.The streets still had people on them, but that would change. Already they w..</description>
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			<title>Gallop Part 2</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;There was nothing subtle about the stables. Located in the farthest corner of the racetrack, the large golden edifice stood proudly, stinking of oil and horse s**t. The ground around the building was a graveyard for discarded and rusted horse parts, ranging from metal things as small as Jack..</description>
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			<title>Gallop Part 1</title>
			<description>Steampunk+western</description>
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			<title>W****s</title>
			<description>What all men want</description>
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