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			<title>Chapter 3: The Woman in Red</title>
			<description>Amanda Meyers was still a mystery to Matt by the time of their next meeting, which happened only a week later.&quot;That Amanda woman asked me to give you this.&quot;, his sister said, placing in his hands a handwritten telephone number. &quot;Did she say anything else?&quot;, he asked, the fear being perceptible in hi..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 2: Here there be dragons</title>
			<description>Matt and Nick met in a very boring way, but some might believe it fateful. Both of them frequented a metal forum, and in their agreeing discussions about the state of today's music, they became friends and decided that text is not the best medium for communication. Nick already had a Skype account, ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter I: Alone in a crowd</title>
			<description>Elaine Thoer, daughter of Ann and Maurice Thoer, oldest of two children and the only girl among them was born in a small town which, as far as she could see, was in the middle of nowhere. Compared to most, it was small and almost insignificant, the road linking the capital to the biggest beach resor..</description>
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			<title>Prologue: An hour to burn</title>
			<description>On a Sunday, at noon, two souls enter a bustling train station, their hands held without their knowledge, a boy and a girl close to eighteen, their first meeting only yesterday, their common friend having just left, the girl carelessly walks towards the ticket booth with her friend following closely..</description>
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			<title>A life in two years</title>
			<description>A lonely girl, fatherless and childish, discovers love by accident, a gentle stream becoming a dangerous torrent with a waterfall just beyond the horizon.</description>
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