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			<title>Falling Out</title>
			<description>To help him over, I put Ben&amp;rsquo;s arm around my shoulder and begin to walk him to the table in front of the fireplace. Davin pulls the chair out for Ben, and I sit him down. The swine must have felt disturbed, as he snorts a loud grunt and leaves the room to get peace.&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;Brother, you a..</description>
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			<title>Friend, or Foe?</title>
			<description>We approach the doors of solid gold, leading into the palace. I begin to push up against the heavy doors, but the symbols upon them avert my attention. Near the top and centered are 6 gems of a variety hues of red, surrounding a symbol of a phoenix perched on branches. These branches follow the peri..</description>
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			<title>Trouble in Yevelle</title>
			<description>The castle walls begin to show on the horizon, backed by a dark blue shade that fades into blackness, signaling the upcoming day. The castle is bright, glowing with a more profound aura around it than I am used to seeing. The royal families are celebrating Yevelle&amp;rsquo;s 175th year since seizing th..</description>
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			<title>Davin&amp;rsquo;s Humble Abode</title>
			<description>I awaken from violently shaking. I have no recollection of what happened after I let the arrow loose. I can hardly even think with my head throbbing the way it is. Daylight has gone, and stillness of night has taken its place. It has been at least a few hours since the incident. After all Ben and I-..</description>
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			<title>Faith, Shaken</title>
			<description>With light feet, Ben and I traverse the scattered outcropping, terrain like the hunting grounds near our royal manor. Lush grass covers where there is no rock, and above, forest-filled mountains paint the horizon. When my feet come by boot prints and broken twigs, I whisper as I point to over the ri..</description>
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			<title>The Best Kept Secret</title>
			<description>Wronged by the nobility whom has raised him, Isaac seeks revenge for the life that has been taken away. Untrusting and overcautious, this 17 year old is taken aback when circumstances prove more dire.</description>
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