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			<title>Chapter 6</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;They seemed to go on forever, stretching as far as the eye could see. Laqueta and Kaiden, crouching in the shadows high up in the rooftops above Old Town, watched the purposeful, if slightly tipsy, marching of the vast army of angry protesters, belching and slurring their way through t..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 5</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Laqueta stumbled along the leaf-strewn path pausing occasionally to rest and replaying the day&amp;rsquo;s events in her mind. After the argument with Kaiden she had thrown her life&amp;rsquo;s possessions and savings in a rucksack. Upon checking the coast was clear she manoeuvred herself awkwardly ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 4</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mrs Mullins was wound like clockwork when Kaiden reached the bedsit. He had never seen the landlady so edgy. Things were as bad as he expected then, he thought grimly. He could sense that she wanted a quiet word with, him away from Laqueta, but the girl came first. His priority ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 3</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Arleine Mullins was not a woman given to anxiety but now, as she paced frantically up and down the length of the corridor, she decided that this must be what it was like. This strange and frightening new emotion that was creating a restless, impatient mood, all senses on full alert for..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 2</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Laqueta was hurting, the pain seemed to get worse every cycle and she wasn&amp;rsquo;t sure how much more she could take. It was beginning to dawn on her that this, perhaps, wasn&amp;rsquo;t normal for other girls. She didn&amp;rsquo;t have any friends her age but there seemed to be a great deal o..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;The girl screamed; a piercing cry that sounded out across the Old Town. High up in the rooftops a dark figure, leaping from building to building, paused and turned towards the noise. At first glance the figure was that of a typical young human male, lithe and strong. On closer inspection, ho..</description>
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			<title>The Phoenix:  A Time To Change</title>
			<description>a rough draft of the story. Not quite finished. It needs to be wrapped up to a conclusion and a fair bit of work doing.</description>
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