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			<title>Confession</title>
			<description>To be a good writer or not//</description>
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			<title>The  church</title>
			<description>A life between two worlds the one of darkness and the one of light</description>
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			<title>The whisperer</title>
			<description>A life between two worlds the one of darkness and the one of light</description>
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			<title>The crow</title>
			<description>Brendon ploughs through fallen trees and mud, spoiled by the viciousstorm up the narrow valley. His athletic body leans forward against thebackdrop of the mountain. His eyes are like deep pools of quiet water scanningfor evidence of the direction Brendon sr. might have taken. His thick black..</description>
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			<title>Haileytown</title>
			<description>An old town, still hanging onto the old ways are about to embark on a journey,where dark forces slowly seeps into every persons life</description>
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