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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>Not all murders are simple and not all pasts are easy to forget</description>
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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>Its always watching you</description>
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			<title>The Rogue Knight</title>
			<description>Secrets, plots, massacres, wrack the Seven realm of the Demon world to its core. </description>
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			<title>EID in Bangladesh</title>
			<description>A short article about how the Banglai people celebrate Eid.</description>
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			<title>Chapter 3 Russel</title>
			<description>RusselThe rain was pouring hard by the time I reached the cemetery. From the window of my truck I could see Micol and Harry waiting for me by her grave. The Two older brothers waved at me and then Micol said something to Harry which earned him a smack on the head.  Signing and shaking my h..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 2 Micol</title>
			<description>MicolIt was pouring by the time I got the cemetary. It was neatly tucked away at the corner of a posh neighbourhood where tthe resisdents wouldn't have to see the dead people every time they went on a walk. Ar first I wasn't sure if I was in the right place. The neighbourhood looked too expens..</description>
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			<title>Chapter one </title>
			<description>HarryWhen I was a boy my father used to tell me stories about how the world ended. He told me that the world has ended exactly three hundred and seventy Two times and that every life cycle the time difference became shorter than the last. He told me that oneday there won't be a wolrd left to e..</description>
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			<title>Eve</title>
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