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			<title>The Dark Victors</title>
			<description>Wild crimsons, royal blues, and evergreens flew high as the afternoon breeze caught the banners. The heat from the sun only added to the anticipation and tension hanging thick in the air. Horns and battle drums blended and battled in a deafening cacophony over the chosen ground.At the edge o..</description>
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			<title>Not too high</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Remember my son. Not too high, not too low&amp;rdquo;.Six words. Only six. So mundane, so seemingly insignificant.So easily ignored. Reaching over his shoulder, his hand returned, full offeathers and wax. Tangible reminders of his failure, of his hubris. Not that hewould need any re..</description>
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			<title>Syringe</title>
			<description>Jared&amp;rsquo;s head pounded. His lips felt dry. As another bout ofshakes began to take him, he glanced at the bathroom counter. The syringe wasstill there, staring, or glaring? There was a voice in his head. Asking,demanding, almost ordering him to plunge it and its contents into his arm. And..</description>
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			<title>Motel</title>
			<description>With peeling paint, dank lobby, and bathrooms best notmentioned, the motel was little better than a hovel. She didn&amp;rsquo;t care. It mightas well have been the finest room in the largest castle in the land. Like theone the princess lived in. Alone, she talked her way in with lies about Mothe..</description>
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			<title>The Glassmith pt 1</title>
			<description>Her love was the waves. His, the dunes. Losingthemselves in each had become life and livelihood for them both.&amp;ldquo;How was the catch today?&amp;rdquo; Rihat asked.&amp;ldquo;My back aches from carrying the net to the cart&amp;rdquo; Lilithsmiled&amp;ldquo;So a good day, then?&amp;rdquo;&amp;ldquo;We..</description>
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			<title>Fine Print</title>
			<description>James was never close to his Mother. How could he be? Her company was her first child, and she focused more on that than on James and his sister Angela. It was like that, up until the day she died.
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			<title>The Chef's Apprentice</title>
			<description>A young cook gets a mysterious visitor on the day of a great feast celebrating the peace between Troy and Greece, motivating him to take his place in the greatest war the world had ever seen. </description>
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