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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>  Prologue&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Despite the roaring of the wind and rain, he could still hear the crunching of the stones underneath his boot as the weight of his body came clamping down on the ground. He could feel neither the rain nor the wind how..</description>
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			<title>Human Potential</title>
			<description>Evolution has led up to this point, where humans cease to be ordinary, and become extraordinary, wielding powers beyond the natural. These people are capable of great, and terrible things.</description>
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