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			<title>Chapter Three</title>
			<description>The tavern was filled with raucous noise as we slipped in from the cold. Thalion had forced me into wearing his clothes in order to hide my true identity. A few curious eyes turned on us but only briefly. No one held any interest in two men entering in the dead of night. A small breath of air left m..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Two</title>
			<description>Are you daft, girl?!&amp;rdquo;My head turned, ears picking up the unmistakable screeching of The Madam. The kitchen froze, all the maids freezing in place as the robust woman stalked in. Her eyes searched the group of cowering girls, finally landing on me. Unlike the rest, I had no reason to fear The M..</description>
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			<title>Chapter One</title>
			<description>CHAPTER ONE It was happening again. Tears flooded my vision. A wall of pain slammed against my temple. I grasped the nearest sturdy object, and steadied myself as wave after wave of nausea slammed against me. My chest constricted. My breathing shallow and unsteady.Tears flooded down my f..</description>
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			<title>The Elven Courts: The Winter Witch</title>
			<description>In a land divided, Eve holds the key to uniting the Summer and Winter Courts. </description>
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