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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>	It was warm but breezy that summer night in New York, New York. It had been 4:30 in the morning, just about the only time that NYC calmed down. It was an eerie night, windy but warm, silent but loud. If I was to listen closely that night I could have heard the steps following sooner, whereas the on..</description>
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			<title>Death Promise</title>
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			<title>Freeing my Family</title>
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