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			<title>Chapter 5</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A crunching noise threw Arateer fromhis unconscious state. Still groggy from sleep, he forced his eyes open, tryingto adjust to the morning light. The crunching sound came closer and he..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 4</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Thecreatures dove down, falling straight towards the ground. Right before they hitit, they spread their wings out, slowing their descent slightly, and slammedinto the ground, making it shake. Arateer felt the vibrations through theground from whe..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 3</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;n..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 2</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Arateer opened his eyes, shivering slightly from the cold. He sat up, the snowcrunching under him. The air was cold, and the woods around them were silent.Pushing himself up, Arateer..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>	A hundred yearsbefore the war for Illeria, the land was at peace. The elves inhabited theforests to the south, mysterious in their ways, while the humans controlled itscenter, building many illustrious cities. The dwarves inhabited the mountains and caredlittle for any..</description>
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			<title>The Illerian Chronicles </title>
			<description>Arateer and his friends are now fighting for their lives after their homes have been destroyed by an evil force, and little do they know of the trials that lay ahead.</description>
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