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			<title>Chapter Two: Wrath and Love of a King</title>
			<description>Chapter 2 Wrath and Love of a King&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Thalion paced back and forth amongst the congress room, his lips pressing together.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldqu..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sortacrazie/471808/</link>
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			<title>Chapter One: Six Years Previously</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Chapter 1 Six Years Previously&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Faelwen stood in an arena..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sortacrazie/471807/</link>
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			<title>Prologue: Upon Death</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Prologue&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Upon his deathbed, the king looked up from himself to gaze upon the concerned faces of his most loyal guards. He missed one, however, a man who was highly ranked in the king&amp;r..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sortacrazie/471806/</link>
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			<title>Heroes of Aerion: Awakening</title>
			<description>Faelwen Dawnwing, a wild elf of a young age, has a secret he's hiding from himself and the rest of his city. Like a ticking time-bomb, he is travelling, fighting, unaware that every emotion he feels may just set him off...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sortacrazie/471805/</link>
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			<title>Chapter One: Home Sweet Home</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;Jamie Lynn, time to get up!&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I nodded to myself, already awake anyway, and opened my eyes to see the warm glow of the golden room around me. Sun..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sortacrazie/459371/</link>
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			<title>Prologue: The Heartland Tragedy</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;The frigid air of the arena bit my skin, and my breath billowed out like white smoke from my seat in the middle of the stands. Even though I sat in the middle where it was generally the warmest, the winter still held the arena with icy fingers. My father had his arm placed about my shoulders..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sortacrazie/459034/</link>
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			<title>Soulfire</title>
			<description>When a terrible accident causes Jamie Heartland to deny who she is, could she ever find the strength to face the memories that haunt her very dreams? </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sortacrazie/459033/</link>
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			<title>Tears of a Lost Soul</title>
			<description>it was for one of my old short stories</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sortacrazie/458845/</link>
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