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			<title>Do They See?</title>
			<description>The two shades sat balanced on the edge of the cliff side. One skipping rocks off the fog while the other chased the birds with eyes of amber The amber-eyed shade caught the raven in his sight mid-flap of its wings and it vanished without so much as a puff of smoke. He looked down at..</description>
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			<title>The Birds</title>
			<description>The m&amp;oslash;rke is back againMemory and Remorse pecked at each other.Glee and Anger, winging wildly against the cage.Morose and Fear, huddled together in a corner,beaks bowed low as they felt what would come.Knowledge and Thought eyed each other from their mounds of flesh.Dark and s..</description>
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			<title>The Play</title>
			<description>A young girl walks alone down dark and deserted halls, the setting shifting behind her as backstage crew skillfully manipulate their art - ominous organ music plays and the audience slides to the edge of their seats as one. The fainthearted gnawing at their fingers, the fanciers of horror grip..</description>
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			<title>The Dark Forest</title>
			<description>The hills were always the greenest I&amp;rsquo;d ever seen. The sky was the bluest I could have ever imagined. The forest on the edge of the village, though &amp;#2013266048;&quot; the forest wasn&amp;rsquo;t the most of any color, with none of the vibrancy or beauty all that had it surrounded was blessed with..</description>
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			<title>Taco Tuesday</title>
			<description>TacoTuesday was always my favorite. Always has been, or had been, until Mr.Brain-Fetish came through town.Afterthe majority of us had died of &amp;ldquo;natural causes,&amp;rdquo; the mayor decided it was bestto ban all meat from the town. This, of course, broke the first and only ruleof Taco ..</description>
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			<title>The Void</title>
			<description>Friday was the last day.The sun didn&amp;rsquo;t rise, the moon fell into black.We saw stars blink out, one after the other.People thought the air would turn cold and we&amp;rsquo;d lose all oxygen, but really?It just got dark.Our paths were lit by artificial stars, designed to keep the dark at bay.And the ..</description>
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