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			<title>The Abyss Gazes</title>
			<description>In a matter of minutes, Michael was going to die.He ran, clutching a bag closely to his chest, cutting through the pines panting vigorously. He stumbled on a rock protruding from the ground, looked up and saw her waiting for him at the ship, in a clearing about fifty yards ahead. As a gunshot wh..</description>
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