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			<title>Prolouge</title>
			<description>Elijah stood by the grave site staring down at the freshly packed dirt. To everyone else the day would have seemed bright and cheery but to him and everyone that had attended the funeral that&amp;nbsp;day it&amp;nbsp;had been dark and dreary. His worse fears had come true despite everything he had done to p..</description>
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			<title>Cruel Twisted Fate</title>
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			<title>Our Little Secret</title>
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