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			<title>Chapter 4</title>
			<description>The back door let to an alley. I and the vampire killer walked in silence for a while.&quot;So, whats your name?&quot; I&amp;nbsp;asked, trying to make&amp;nbsp;Conversation.He was silent for a while before speaking. &quot;Richard&quot;&amp;ldquo;Do you remember the first time we met?&amp;rdquo; I asked&amp;ldquo;You mean the time when yo..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 3. One week later </title>
			<description>Walking through the town centre, a sketch book in my hand as the heat of the sun kissed at my cheek, I could have sworn someone was following me. I stopped to gaze at the clock tower. There have always been rumours that inside the clock tower, there is a map, a map that tells you how to leave Ghost ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 2</title>
			<description>Scott&amp;rsquo;s prov&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Leah sat down on the sofa, her head in her hands and Jonathan sat down next to her, putting his arms around her as if trying to shield her from the cold reality that Jacob and Susan weren't going to survive, they were only twelve after all. It felt like it ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>10:30pm&amp;hellip;&amp;hellip;.10:31pm&amp;hellip;&amp;hellip;.10:32pm&amp;hellip;&amp;hellip;.&amp;ldquo;Jonathan, hurry up&amp;rdquo; I shouted over the noise of screaming people and crying children who were running home, I was standing in front of Jonathan&amp;rsquo;s grandma&amp;rsquo;s coffee shop which was in the town centre and in..</description>
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			<title>prologue </title>
			<description>Deep into the forestThrough the dark woodsYou can hear the sounds of twigs snappingAnd owls hooting tooAs the frosty cold air sends shivers down your spineAnd the full moon's light shine upon that nightThe rising whispering of the eerie windReaches a crescendoThe nearby bushes rustleAs dark figures ..</description>
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			<title>Black Sun </title>
			<description>Whether they were kidnapped, got lost in the deep dark woods, the do-not-ever-go-near-there-woods or plain curiosity got the better of them. They all end up in the same place, Ghost Town. 
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