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			<title>A Look in the Mirror</title>
			<description>	Time goes bybut I can't keep track. I can&amp;rsquo;t focus on anything and my mind just startsacting on its own.&amp;nbsp; Every fear and doubtthat I've had over the years rushes to me all at once and every thought isaccompanied with an image of Winters' face looking down at me. It's like aslide..</description>
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			<title>Cold Words Burn Deep</title>
			<description>	When we getout of the forest, nobody says anything. Sarah won&amp;rsquo;t even look at me and I knowshe&amp;rsquo;s still angry that I decided not to kick Cassie out of the squad; Zach islooking relieved and gives me a discreet grin and nod to show his thanks, whileBishop is just sitting in the gra..</description>
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			<title>Guilty Until Proven Innocent</title>
			<description>The walk out of the combat room isquiet except for a few whispers and a rare snicker. Word is already goingaround already about Blue Team's leader getting thrown into a wall and aboutthe girl with the robotic leg. However, as we walk by, nobody says a word.Everyone in the squad is silent as ..</description>
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			<title>A New Member with Old Bonds</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&quot;CODE RED! EVERYONE OUT!&quot; My eyessnap open and I'm up in an instant. I hear a loud klaxon going and shouting butsomething seems... wrong. I groan when I realize what it is. Zach had set thealarm last night, and being the movie nerd and tech genius he is, rigged ourmorning alarm into a ..</description>
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			<title>A fight, a Fire, and Time Among Friends</title>
			<description>	&quot;INCOMING!&quot;The crowd roars. This is followed by outbursts of laughter as I walk to the matin the center of the room. It&amp;rsquo;s a typical Friday night at the academy; the instructorsand senior officers are all off picking up supplies and enjoying their weekend.The trainees, along with a few..</description>
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			<title>Burning Grace</title>
			<description>A hidden military academy trains former orphans from early ages to be elite special forces units. </description>
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