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			<title>The Dreamer</title>
			<description>There are many subtle gradations, many points along a dreamer's life at which he might perceive the Supernal Realms.</description>
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			<title>Drawn Into Darkness</title>
			<description>She felt the seconds clicking past. Far too quickly. TICK! TICK! TICK!</description>
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			<title>Heart of Darkness</title>
			<description>In appearance he presented a strange kind of individuality, being of medium stature, with a queer sort of pockmarked face, out of which two dark red eyes glittered like those of a snake.&amp;nbsp;He arrived in the township late one summer evening, mounted on a fine upstanding bay mare and followed by a ..</description>
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			<title>A Necessary Evil</title>
			<description>Rain dotted the surface of Barracuda Bay and spattered the leaves of the trees on the shore. The night sky hung low with a gray blanket of clouds, as though at any moment it might tear open and spill </description>
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			<title>Veil of Darkness</title>
			<description>The life of a master magician was so extraordinary that no one would dare to invent it. Lycurgus, as he was known to his friends, was very much a real person although he lives on chiefly as the myth.</description>
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