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			<title>The Day my Father Croaked</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;So you&amp;rsquo;re tryin&amp;rsquo; to bump off the old man, eh?&amp;rdquo; hissed theslimy character across from me, his words punctuated by his thick NewYork dialect. His name was Jerry Stone--a crook if I ever knew one.If anything shady went down in the city--drug deal, prostitution,mu..</description>
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			<title>The Apple of his Eye</title>
			<description>Peculiar place to meet, thought Sarah, as she approached thewarehouse. The invitation from Jack had come as a surprise; she hadonly known him when she was an infant, and she had only faintmemories of those days. She could conjure up hazy images; a series ofstill pictures, like a disjointed..</description>
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			<title>A Drought of Magic</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;You&amp;rsquo;re a bright lad, Rowan,&amp;rdquo; Leo said encouragingly. &amp;ldquo;Abright lad indeed.&amp;rdquo;&amp;ldquo;But I haven&amp;rsquo;t made any progress,&amp;rdquo; Rowan protested.Rowan was a baron&amp;rsquo;s son, and Leo was his tutor. However, Leo was noordinary tutor. He was a wizard. Th..</description>
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			<title>The Secret Admirer</title>
			<description>Her hair floweddown her back, silken and shimmering, and landed about her waist.With a face as pallid as hoarfrost, she was a beacon in the otherwisemurky night. Except tonight her cheeks were aglow with a faint pinkhue. Was it makeup? Or was it a natural flush brought on by theTequila sho..</description>
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