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			<title>Desolate Heavens</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;I bet we'll live forever,&amp;rdquo; Seth did his best to make his soft voice sound assertive. Stephan smiled to himself as he broke a sprig of lavender from its stem. &amp;ldquo;That would be nice, wouldn't it?&amp;rdquo; He replied, choking back his original thought that death was inevitable, and for h..</description>
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			<title>Empty Throne</title>
			<description>Hestared up at the night sky intently, his silver eyes reflecting thevast expanse of stars stretching above him. His brother's voiceechoed in his head.&quot;When I die, I'll be up with themoon and the stars, and I'll be beautiful too.&quot; Seth&amp;rsquo;s wordsseemed stained into his heart now..</description>
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			<title>Dread Wolf, Dead Wolf</title>
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			<title>Trouble on the High Skies</title>
			<description>I whipped my hand out of danger with a sharp intake of breath, and inspected the burn site. It was already red and angry. Great. Something else to add to the list of things going wrong. The newly patched steam pipe in front of me hissed in fury as the airship shook violently from whatever was occurr..</description>
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			<title>Waning Sun</title>
			<description>That summer, I was getting old. I suppose I had an inkling then, but I pushed it aside out of fear, telling myself as I cleaned the pieces of the plate off the linoleum that it had just be an accident - a simple slip. I was only shaking from adrenaline I said, as I stared down at the remains of my m..</description>
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