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			<title>Chapter One </title>
			<description>Present time:&amp;nbsp;Go. Serve yourking.&quot; I muttered bitterly as my arm lifted with the wind and the eghinaleft his perch on my forearm. He flapped into the air for a moment beforeturning north with renewed purpose. Even above me I could see the small note attachedto his leg, as he..</description>
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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>15 years ago &amp;nbsp;&quot;Where is theMaster Lynch&amp;rsquo;s store&quot; the older man stood in the shadow, his identityhidden in the ally way. He had his hand tightly clutched around a younger boysforearm. The child didn&amp;rsquo;t lookworried. His young years allowed him to be naive and fo..</description>
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			<title>Nothing Yet </title>
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