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		<description>The original writings of author sistersinartnewberry</description>
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			<title>Chapter 5</title>
			<description>Chapter 5&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Thewoman he had known to be Andrea stared at him, a look of horror beginning tocontort her features. &amp;ldquo;No, not you. This can&amp;rsquo;t be,&amp;rdquo; she said in disma..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 4</title>
			<description>Chapter 4&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Jensoncouldn&amp;rsquo;t believe his luck. If Dr. Wesson was still performing his dreamstudies,..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 3</title>
			<description>Chapter 3&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Theattendant continued, &amp;ldquo;She works here a couple days a week. Did she do somethingto piss you off? She does that a lot.&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbs..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 2</title>
			<description>Chapter 2&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Maggie looked at him, eyeing thecup in his hand. &amp;ldquo;Did you find a cockroach in the coffee? Because I would definitelybelieve that.&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbs..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>Chapter 1&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Jensonwas staring down the barrel of a sawed-off shotgun, and the woman wielding itappeared to be deranged. She had wild, curly blond hair, cold blue eyes, andslightly masculine features. He raised his hands defensively, unable to recallhow he h..</description>
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			<title>Dream Jumper</title>
			<description>After Jenson Thorne discovers his dreams are not always just a simple creation of his mind, he sets out on an mission through time and space to understand more about himself and a mysterious woman. </description>
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			<title>Chapter 6</title>
			<description>Chapter6&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; As Bree read on, Elizabeth&amp;rsquo;s journal entries began to take on atone of sorrow. The entries written in the months after Lenore&amp;rsquo;s death werefilled with concerns ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 5</title>
			<description>Chapter5&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Bree slipped the recorder from her pocket and checked to see if itwas still recording. It wasn&amp;rsquo;t. The power was off. She turned it back on andsaw the battery was still full. Hopeful that she had recorded t..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 4</title>
			<description>Chapter4&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;So what do we do now?&amp;rdquo; Bree asked Jason after a long silence.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;I don&amp;rsquo;t know. Idon&amp;rsquo;t think there is anything we r..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 3</title>
			<description>Chapter3&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Jason carried their box of treasures into the house and put it onthe table. Bree was immediately pulling out tissue paper as soon as the box wasdown. She had her vase unwrapped in no time, turning it over in her hands,admiring it. Soon the..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 2</title>
			<description>Chapter2&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Bree and Jason headed into town to get a feel for their newterritory as they hadn&amp;rsquo;t had a chance to see the sights since moving into thenew house.&amp;nbsp; The ride was quiet,r..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>September 12, 2010&amp;nbsp;&amp;hellip;I never could have imagined thatone man could destroy so many lives, even long after his death. He may havedied on the burning side, but it didn&amp;rsquo;t stop his reign of terror. Now I hope hegoes to the burning side to which he belongs&amp;hellip;Hell. ..</description>
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			<title>The Burning Side</title>
			<description>Bree and Jason Wilson move into a new home and soon find themselves being tormented by a terrifying entity. In an attempt to learn the identity of the spirit, they uncover a troubling family secret.</description>
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