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			<title>Rings of Power</title>
			<description> I came to lying on a bench in The Library. My head was pounding with the worst headache I've ever had, each heartbeat was like a hammer striking my head. I spotted Baudric reading a book at one of the tables in front of me. I attempted to move but my muscles felt as if they had endured weeks of har..</description>
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			<title>The Dragon Insignia</title>
			<description>&quot;What is this place?&quot; I asked.&quot;You'll know soon enough.&quot; As he took a torch from the wall and seemed&amp;#8203; to have lit it with just I motion from his hand.&quot;Was that magic Baudric!?&quot; I said almost yelling.&quot;Just follow me Gael, and stop asking questions you'll know everything soon enough!&quot;   ..</description>
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			<title>Crazy old man</title>
			<description>On the way home I bumped into Dritre and we were making our way home talking to each other about our days. Apparently a friend of Dritre's father was in the guard and retired and is now teaching Dritre and his friend to fight with the sword and shield.&quot;My arms are so sore after that training!&quot; Dri..</description>
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			<title>First day in the forge</title>
			<description>               Hundreds of men stood before me, but I didn't cower. Behind them a foggy field green with grass but stained with blood. The ruins of a castle sat in it serving only as a home for moss. A gray sky set above the clouds blocking out the sun. My men had fallen and I was all that remained...</description>
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			<title>Soul Fighters</title>
			<description>Gael is just a young man who dreams of being a great hero on the battlefield. His dreams may just come true when he's thrown into a world even his dreams couldn't think up.</description>
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