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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>First daySeptember, 2009The enitre gym was alive wit hthe hum of excitement and nerves. Two hundred freshmen were crammed onto the bleachers in front of two emaniciated looking men and a tall, fresh-faced looking woman with a clipboard in her hand and a bright smile on her face. Her nametag said..</description>
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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>Fear was suffocating and cautsic in my chest.Everywhere areound me was heavy, oppressive darkness; black smoky shadows that crept around my limbs and eroded the color from my skin. I felt myself slipping out of my body, melting teh freezing snow beneath my threadbare coat, diappearing into nothing..</description>
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			<title>Tourmenting Times</title>
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