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			<title>Zander</title>
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			<title>Devils</title>
			<description>I don't know how long I've been standing here, alone in the dark, alone in the woods. I can feel his presence; he would soon do what I am dreading. But I&amp;nbsp;am too terrified to move, I feel his red eyes burning into the back of my neck. Suddenly a breath. I spin round feeling my neck where the hot..</description>
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