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			<title>Chapter | 1</title>
			<description>Sherani, Plague of the North, Destroyer of the third Militia and Queen of the Decayed, a long, hefty title for a child I knew once. A story told to children to scare and keep them in line, a myth to those who did not live through the hell of the Third War, a story to those who love gruesome, bloody ..</description>
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			<title>The Third War</title>
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			<title>A New Horizon</title>
			<description>You would think I'd have the confidence of a King. That she and I would click automatically and fall into a sea of untold bliss. But no, as I sit across from her at my desk she seems to be of another world entirely. Had I thought she would see me, recognize me, fall in love with me all over again? N..</description>
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			<title>My Own Angel</title>
			<description>&quot;You look like hell, man.&quot;I hadn't noticed him, I hadn't noticed his sudden appearance next to me, I didn't hear him pull out the stool next to mine, or order his drink. I had been looking into my own cup, twisting it as the amber liquid slid from side to side, coating the glass in its deliciousness..</description>
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			<title>Tied Together</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;I know I am dreaming.The room I'm currently in is foreign to me, the brown leather chair that sitsin a room of emptiness, positioned in front of a blank screen. The leather isworn, torn on the arms, I fancy that if it could feel it would be tired of this.The projector clickson, the..</description>
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			<title>Fates Plan</title>
			<description>Fate, that mysterious, invisible being that twists and forms your life. Fate can be cruel, disruptive, it can be kind and generous. For all my life I've been at war with my fate, that which molded me, I fought it with all my might. I tried to change it, weave it to my own wills and wants. That's why..</description>
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			<title>Damned Fate</title>
			<description>Loosing love is a hard thing to endure, though doing so over and over again is even harder to take. How far would you go to escape your fate?</description>
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