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			<title>White Flowers</title>
			<description>	Her long, dark brown hair was inches from the soil. On her knees, she was hunched over in silent agony. Tears left trails through the blood on her face as they fell to the ground, tainted red. With much struggle, she drew her gaze to the man lying next to her. He lay on his back, his breathless lun..</description>
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			<title>Chorus of the God-Sphere</title>
			<description>    Her long, dark brown hair was inches from the soil. On her knees, she was hunched over in silent agony. Tears left trails through the blood on her face as they fell to the ground, tainted red. With much struggle, she drew her gaze to the man lying next to her. He lay on his back, his breathless ..</description>
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