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			<title>Company</title>
			<description>Yril and Mol led B-5 through a hall. It was dark, only white lights illuminated the mechanic walls and floors. It was surprisingly warm, though. Eventually they reached the entrance of a room. Yril pushed a button on the console next to the door and it slid open. Inside, five children turned to look..</description>
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			<title>Birth</title>
			<description>It happened so suddenly. For one second, he suddenly felt the entire world revolving around him, every single living being, he could feel everything they felt: fear, anger, pain, suffering, but also happiness, joy and peace. Then, his senses focused on the one being in front of him. He couldn't see ..</description>
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			<title>Project Casurus</title>
			<description>This is a little bit of fanfiction about Star Wars. I'm too lazy to write any real desc just now, so even this is a work-in-progress.</description>
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			<title>Life, Freedom, Dignity</title>
			<description>&quot;Gentlemen, take aim!&quot; Our lieutenant ordered us. We obeyed his command, by raising our muskets and aiming them in front of us, at the red sea of enemies marching in our direction. My breath was steady, slow and organized. Just like I was taught. Me and my comrades in line were awaiting our ..</description>
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			<title>The Battle of New Seattle</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; As we were nearing the drop point, I could only hear two things: the sound of the battlefield and my own heartbeat. My comrades, armbrothers and sisters and my superiors were all silent. A couple soldiers were tending to their weapons, making sure they were fit for battle. Others ..</description>
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