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			<title>Chapter Eight:Blade of the Trade</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Jairo blinked his eyes open. Green wooden slats ran diagonally across his vision. One of the first things he felt was a sore forehead, and he groaned at the ache.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&quot;Sorry, we bumped your head while pulling you up the stairs.&quot;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;He looked down towards his feet and st..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Seven: Smell the Fresh Air</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Jairo spent the next several minutes staring into the flames, sometimes making it into a specific shape. His powers grew stronger and more capable of complexity by the day. Then Rupert came through the door suddenly, pushing it open with his foot and carrying a large bag in his arms. Be..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Six: A Warm Welcome From Astis</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Consciousness slowly trickled in to Jairo, and he opened his eyes right before groaning. His limbs felt like lead, and his throat was dry. He attempted to swing his legs out of bed, but they responded sluggishly, and he was underneath an exceptionally heavy and warm blanket. He regarded..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Five: A Change In Power</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;The now-familiar sound of boots outside woke Jairo and a bandit tossed in the usual stale breakfast. Korf reached the bag first, and passed out a loaf to everyone. Dae took the sackcloth bag and went over to Asa, who had propped himself up against the wall but otherwise seemed rather re..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Four: Stem The Flow</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Jairo woke to the iron door of their tiny cell creaking open. Someone behind the blinding torchlight tossed in a small sack and said &quot;Eat up&quot; before shutting it again and locking it. Jairo woke the others so they could crawl over and look inside the sack. Korf pulled out six small, hard..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Three: A Mirage of Hope</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Jairo nearly put his face through the top of the shelter at being woken up to Kort's whooping. He laid down again and put his arms on top of his face. Why oh why did he have to do it so suddenly? At least he loved his watch because of that.&amp;nbsp;Jairo let out a deep breath and rubbed hi..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Two: Lucky Sands</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Jairo snapped awake and regained his balance. Going without rest for a full day, and now plodding into the impending night, he had started to doze while walking. It wasn't the most relaxing thing to do, but the repetition lulled him into nodding off. The moon shone on their backs, but n..</description>
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			<title>Chapter One: Waking to the World</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;A hand shook him awake, jolting Jairo roughly into reality. A short-haired silhouette, his father, then moved away after seeing he was up. The predawn light dimly illuminated his small room, and Jairo quickly got dressed in a leather shirt and pants. Today was a very special day, and he..</description>
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			<title>Durg Perr - Dark Elements</title>
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