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		<description>The original writings of author Pareidolia</description>
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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The noose falls aroundmy neck as an unseen rabble cheers.&amp;nbsp; Ican feel the wooden boards beneath me tremble as the men stomp their feet,while the women tear after filthy children.&amp;nbsp;Their stench&quot;beer-soaked, carrion-ridden and baptized with a sprinkling..</description>
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			<title>The Word</title>
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			<title>Machine</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;nbsp; In the quiet belt of suburbia that sat just outside the cityof Whirrington&amp;rsquo;s limits, the harsh screech of metal against metal hung in theair as a young boy heatedly shoved his brother against a chain-lin..</description>
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			<title>middle-ish chapter</title>
			<description>It was a sweltering Augustday.&amp;nbsp; I turned the pages of Harmonies lethargically, lazilytranslating runes.&amp;nbsp; I was in the middleof deciphering a particularly tricky page when Lara interrupted.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;ve never talked about the details of my exile,&amp;rdquo; she ..</description>
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			<title>Book 1</title>
			<description>Ai, I blame you.  </description>
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			<title>Meeting</title>
			<description>She wasa golden child; he, an angst-ridden prodigy.&amp;nbsp;Their meeting was entirely coincidental.&amp;nbsp;The coffee shop on the corner of 5th and Main was packed withbright-eyed students and ne&amp;rsquo;r-do-wells by the time he arrived.&amp;nbsp; Though he disdained bright-litestablishment..</description>
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