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			<title>Chapter 2</title>
			<description>Chapter 2&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;Hey Harper, do you think could have your manuscript done by Thursday?&amp;rdquo; a voice said behind me.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I looked up. It was Evan, my editor. I didn't ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1 </title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; What do you say when you hear a loud man cursing the planet and loud crashes coming from inside your home? &amp;ldquo;Not again&amp;rdquo; was the response I chose. Of course, I was used to this sort of behavior. I was used to my brother's temper getting the ..</description>
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			<title>Come</title>
			<description>Why do you tremble dear, As you look upon me? I can tell, staring into your eyes,It's naught to do with fear. &amp;nbsp;Do you know the vices child?Those that tempt your soul?Those that determine your afterlife?Need you be told? &amp;nbsp;You see within me Avarice and Gluttony,My desir..</description>
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			<description>I stood alone, angry and cold, my world desolate, my heart torn. And when I thought I could take no more, when all that remained was the scorpion's sting, I felt, in that glorious hour, the beating of the Monarch's wing. </description>
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			<title>Fairy Stones</title>
			<description>Come with me to the fairy stonesElfin flutes and harps will play.We've only this one chanceTo dance the night away. &amp;nbsp;Hand in hand we'll run'Til we hear the Sidhe sing, &quot;Come to us mortal children,Come and dance with ethereal beings.&quot; &amp;nbsp;Amongst the Folk we'll playBut a ..</description>
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