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			<title>Death Defeated</title>
			<description>Sometimes dying is as easy it seems.</description>
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			<title>Chapter 3</title>
			<description>CHAPTER THREEThe letter washidden amongst the back log of mail that had accumulated while Peter was awayfrom his one bedroom condo. Matter of fact, it would have most likely beenthrown in the trash, unopened, if he hadn&amp;rsquo;t noticed the address on theenvelope.Followingthe me..</description>
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			<title>Awaiting the Bells</title>
			<description>Sometimes saving life is not what it's about</description>
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			<title>Chapter 2</title>
			<description>CHAPTER TWOAlife truly lived holds no regret for not living, nor questions that of why theyhaven&amp;rsquo;t reached their mental peak of accomplishment. Peter Conroy was one ofthose under this definition, except that his life hadn&amp;rsquo;t truly been lived yet. Matterof fact and cont..</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;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;CHAPTER ONEWavesfrom the ocean below crashed violently against the cragged rocks that theyshaped with each unforgiving swell, erupting into a splash of salty mist. Mixedwith the cold nig..</description>
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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>Thedried, golden leaves fallen from the shade trees of Walter Park always gavePeter an indication of seasons change throughout. It was his shortcut home anda place of so many memories. Under the canopy of trees was where he had his firstkiss, his first cigarette and the dimly lit hideawa..</description>
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			<title>Midnight Cafe</title>
			<description>Facing a hidden truth and controlling a growing conflict become one man&amp;rsquo;s 
struggle as he tries to regain his life against a demon of his own mind. </description>
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			<title>Prey</title>
			<description>Be mindful of who you guides you through the apocalypse</description>
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			<title>Little Things</title>
			<description>Be careful who you befriend</description>
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