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			<title>Truce</title>
			<description>Truce&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Thenight before seemed like nothing more than a dream when Ellias woke the next morningto an empty forest. Sitting up, she groaned at her sore body and looked aroundin dismay at the messy clearing. Her belongings, or what was left of them, werewhere they had been..</description>
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			<title>Dance of Wolves</title>
			<description>The wolves are calling you home,&amp;nbsp;Their voices, wild and primal echo into the night &amp;lsquo;Run with us Sister!&amp;rsquo; they beckon you,&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Willyou answer the call?&amp;nbsp;My bedroom window was open. How? I had closed it before I..</description>
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			<title>Spirit</title>
			<description>Spirit&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Nolight touched the depths of the forest as Ellias looked around. Immediatelyafter slipping through the wall she had been enveloped in darkness, completelycut off from the world outside. The forest was a land of eternal twilight,half-light giving more shadows th..</description>
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			<title>Secrets</title>
			<description>Secrets&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;DamnKae and his secrets,&amp;rdquo; Ellias scoffed, scrunching up the parchment in her handangrily. Her orders were as ambiguous as always, and as usual in his letter hermaster hadn&amp;rsquo;t even taken the time to ask how she was doing. Typical malecoldness. ..</description>
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			<title>Prologue </title>
			<description>Prologue&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Thesilence of the forest was shattered by the wailing of a small child in itsdepths. Held in shaking arms, it was desperately shushed by its mother, rockedto and fro in an effort to bring calm, to tell it that everything was going tobe ok. But safety was a lei..</description>
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			<title>Earthen</title>
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