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			<title>4 - Enter Bullivant</title>
			<description>Darius Bullivant turnedas a slight breeze brushed his cheeks.&amp;nbsp;The curtain rustled and he found himself staring at the tips of twoshoes, protruding from under the curtain.&amp;ldquo;Mr. Hill, I presume?&amp;rdquo;&amp;ldquo;Mr. Bullivant. It&amp;rsquo;s apleasure and an honour, Sir.&amp;rdquo;..</description>
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			<title>3 - Bob</title>
			<description>Lord Garamundi stood onhis palace balcony, hands behind his back and a contented smile on his broadface.&amp;ldquo;Look at them, Seldom,they are positively streaming in. I told you it was a wonderful idea.&amp;rdquo;Garamundi had put acopy of the poster up on the wall behind his desk and..</description>
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			<title>2 - Fanny Arblaster</title>
			<description>The stable door smashedopen, startling the horses in their boxes.&amp;ldquo;Come out, you littleingrates, I know you&amp;rsquo;re in here somewhere.&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;The overweight bulk of a man stepped into the barn.&amp;nbsp; At the far end, something rustled in thestraw.&amp;ldquo;Ah there you are..</description>
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			<title>1 - Not Quite Gold</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Sprrlwtt.&amp;rdquo;Three men stared hard at the steaming blob of goo that had just poured &amp;#2013266048;&quot; orperhaps even, crept &amp;#2013266048;&quot; from a valve at the bottom of a huge and hissing piece ofmachinery in front of them.&amp;nbsp; One of themen, a tall figure in a classic gentleman..</description>
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			<title>Gold</title>
			<description>Just an idea I've been toying around with. It is Fantasy writing in a sense, but the ambience and humour are more important than the setting.  Plot has changed meanwhile, but style remains the same</description>
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