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			<title>Chapter 4: A taste of what's to come</title>
			<description>Chapter 4: A Taste of What&amp;rsquo;s tocome&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;MIRA,WHERE R U GUYS,&amp;rdquo; Shane texted.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;HEYSHANE!!! WE ARE AT THE STADIUM. LEROY WANTED TO WATCH THE CHEERLEADERSPRACTICE. HURRY&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo; Miranda responded with a text ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 3: Interrogation</title>
			<description>Chapter 3: Interrogation&amp;ldquo;Mr.Young&amp;hellip;glad you could make it. I was getting worried. I didn&amp;rsquo;t think the officestaff remembered my request. I&amp;rsquo;m ashamed to have doubted this educationalfacility&amp;rsquo;s prompt service. Please, sit down,&amp;rdquo; Arken said. Shane wa..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 2: Arken White</title>
			<description>Chapter 2: Arken White&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Shaneopened his eyes from a restless night of bad dreams and cold air. The heaterfor the house wasn&amp;rsquo;t working and his mom promised him that she would get itfixed over the weekend. Well it&amp;rsquo;s Monday morning and Shane still has tw..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1: The Seizure</title>
			<description>Chapter 1: The Seizure&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;Stopright here,&amp;rdquo; a passenger whispered to the taxi driver. The taxi came to arolling stop and the man in the hooded black overcoat handed a twenty dollarbill to the driver. &amp;ldquo;I will be back in fifteen minutes. Pick me up ..</description>
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			<title>The Letter of Whispers</title>
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