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			<title>Chapter 4</title>
			<description>Working in class with Elizabeth was a new experience for Raphiel. He normally was not paired up with a person who was so emotionally closed, yet at the same time so brilliant. She never once made eye contact with him, but they worked rather quickly and they were done with the assignments far sooner ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 3</title>
			<description>&quot;Raphiel! Wake up!&quot; The voice was female, and almost musical as the woman who owned it hollered through the hard ash door. Raphiel opened his eyes a bit and sighed, hating to wake up during the day. It's not that the sun bothered him, he just didn't like the way that it made him feel.He sat up slowl..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 2</title>
			<description>The loud thunderous blare of the alarm clock tore Elizabeth from her dreams, dumping her back into the real world. She rolled over and slammed her hand on top of the offending box, smothering the sound and finally killing it all together with a flip of a small switch. She hated the sound of the alar..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>The sky was dark, blacker then ink with billions of tiny sparkling diamonds that seemed to be set against the velvet like curtain of sky. The gleamed and glittered, out-shined only by the moon, which hung full and round, with a face as white and pale as snow. Far below the glimmering stars and the b..</description>
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			<title>Life Blood</title>
			<description>A more realistic take on Vampires</description>
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