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			<title>Chapter 1 </title>
			<description>Wrought iron gates towered over me, making my stomach twitch uncomfortably. A small slightly glowing hand placed itself on my shoulder and a ray of warmth ran through me. Mother was good at that, and it would drive me mad if it wasn&amp;rsquo;t for the feeling of calm and serenity she was also projectin..</description>
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			<title>Devils Wings</title>
			<description>In a small private school in the middle of Bonelith a war is about to begin. A war between monsters and angels that will bring about the destruction of everything or the beginning of a new world. When</description>
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