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			<title>The Demon</title>
			<description>When Viola stepped back into the hallway, Ellington and Serafina were waiting for her on the steps. They had been chatting in hushed tones, but abruptly stopped when she entered the room. They waited for her to speak, as if unsure what to say. &quot;Let's go.&quot; Viola said without expression. She felt so d..</description>
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			<title>The photo.</title>
			<description>Viola liked dresses. She wore them often even, but the garments Sarafina had provided her were unlike anything she had in her own closet. &quot;You see&quot; Sarafina said &quot;We are invited to many formal events, because of what we are. Creatures like the company of other creatures&quot; &quot;What type of creature are y..</description>
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			<title>Willows Wood.</title>
			<description>The night was much colder than Viola had expected. The wind felt arctic and left her face numb. Viola and her new companions walked till they reached the metro, and waited briefly for the tube. It arrived and&amp;nbsp;screeched&amp;nbsp;as it always does when it comes to a stop. The duration of the ride was..</description>
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			<title>Guard street</title>
			<description>It had been seven months since she had left her home, and flew four thousand or&amp;nbsp;so miles to England. A place she had dreamed of living&amp;nbsp;ever&amp;nbsp;since she could remember.Was it every thing she had hoped it would be? Yes&amp;nbsp;she thought, and no. The majority of the streets were cobbled, an..</description>
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			<title>Untitled.</title>
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