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			<title>Prologue </title>
			<description>CHAPTER 1: Prologue21ststreet, local coffee shop.&amp;ldquo;Policehave now confirmed the dead person found near the city centre&amp;rsquo;s main streetthis dawn is &amp;lsquo;Armin Scarlet&amp;rsquo;, a local banker.&amp;rdquo; The news reporter went on withthe report as the customers in Tony&amp;rs..</description>
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			<title>A Necessary Anarchy</title>
			<description>In a world where justice is denied and the roots of corruption are buried deep within the system, a group of people take matters into their own hands enraged by their own tragic pasts.</description>
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			<title>Continuing..</title>
			<description>High school was no different than school. Just a new uniform and a change of friends. To be specific, the number of friends just decreased a little. In other words, I could unravel who my true friends were.&amp;nbsp;&quot;Rey! you jerk! Where have you been so long?&quot;- This was Salein. My best friend for the p..</description>
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			<title>Prologue </title>
			<description>Rey. 17 years old and a high school student. That's who I am. Kind, generous and someone who would never pick a quarrel with others. That's who I am, or at least that's what people think of me to be. But then again, that's just a part of me. A part? Yes, a part. A side to be exact. You can call othe..</description>
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			<title>Circumstances </title>
			<description>The lives of people as their own worlds change them within.  </description>
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