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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>	Desmond stared at the latest publicized breakthrough in Corrian technology, fascinated. It came in the form of an enormous rectangular metal box, the cage on one side of the contraption serving as something of a gate. The strange invention slowly drifted up and down between the three levels of the ..</description>
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			<title>Emoticolor</title>
			<description>	Blue-grey. The boy was surrounded by the dismal color. It wrapped itself around him like a blanket, fading in and out like mist. It hung in a cloud above his head, the wispy tendrils caressing his face and whispering softly in his ear. No one noticed him, it said. Even if they did, they wouldn&amp;rsqu..</description>
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