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			<title>Chapter Seven</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Where are we going?&amp;rdquo; Madyson asked, clinging to my hand asthough certain death waited for her if she let go. I didn&amp;rsquo;t answer her, insteadcontinuing to all but drag her down the street. It was still dark, but thestreet lamps cast an orange glow across the road, guiding our wa..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Six</title>
			<description>My racingheart was pounding in my ears. I shut myeyes and took a few deep breaths. I needed to sober up. Adrenalinewas racing round my body, more so than I&amp;rsquo;d ever experienced before. I had beenhigh on so many drugs &amp;#2013266048;&quot; ecstasy, LSD, cocaine&amp;hellip; But that didn&amp;rsqu..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Five</title>
			<description>The streets were the busiest I had seen them so far. I hadpassed more than a dozen people who were also all on their ways out; women inskirts and dresses so short they might as well not have bothered, men in theirsmarter attire, perhaps ready to gamble their life savings away. Not a singleon..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Four</title>
			<description>By the timeI got back to the Longhorn&amp;rsquo;s house, I was exhausted. I haddecided to take a longer route back, in the hopes that physical tiredness woulddiminish my ability to be emotional. I&amp;rsquo;d ended up regretting it when my feethad started aching while I was still two miles from ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Three</title>
			<description>I arrived at the family of healers&amp;rsquo; house just before midday. Gabriel was right, the smog of wasted magic was so thick around it that I had known it instantly.This house was distinctive from all others in the area. Black iron gates surrounded it, enclosing a radiant and varied garden. A large ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Two</title>
			<description>The second chapter of The Death Contract</description>
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			<title>Chapter One</title>
			<description>The first chapter of The Death Contract</description>
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			<title>The Death Contract</title>
			<description>For the past year, Arryn has been working for the Fae, helping to eradicate sinkholes of magical energy.  But in a new town, things soon take a sinister turn, and Arryn finds herself running...</description>
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