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		<description>The original writings of author Kuropo</description>
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			<title>Chapter 4</title>
			<description>Princess of Valoran,Asterisk Nimblelight, watched from the peak of the castle. Behind her,thousands of knights, some mounted steeds only for the commanders, clad inhonorable shining silver armor, and sorcerers, dressed in elegant woven silk,stood banded in formation.The lush green field ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 3</title>
			<description>The night sky in Exilewas a blinding darkness. Only the flickering lamp lights shredded visions tothe surrounding but even so, it was on a tiny radius thanks to the wreckedcondition the bulb was in. The street stretched endlessly into the darkness andMartin could barely see what lied ahead...</description>
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			<title>Chapter 2</title>
			<description>Evenfrom a far distance, Martin could still see Valoran's market buzzing withpeople; women haggling for lower prices; children running up and down; men hungaround each other.Rightbeside, separated by a river crawling sluggishly into the city and connectedonly by a bridge, stood buildin..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>Martinjolted awake, his rasped breath slowly calmed down. The rifle in his handslumped. He slid his fingers down the muzzle, the icy sensation cooling againstthe heat from the cackling campfire, and he adjusted it back against his arm.He was once again reminded of where he was.&amp;ldquo;Can..</description>
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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>Thecandle-light flickered, momentarily allowing the darkness to close in. Itswhispering was heard: Time is running out. The tidal crashed with all its mightagainst the cliff, roaring angrily. The howling wind tugged at her, dishevelingher silky blonde hair and crumpling her long cotton dress..</description>
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			<title>The Spider Queen</title>
			<description>An ancient darkness awoke from its slumber and closed in on Varolan once again. Its tales known far across the land, for its ambition sure to set everything ablaze, and eventually bring total darkness</description>
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