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			<title>One</title>
			<description> &amp;nbsp;Luna spent the past 15 years creating her own home, living off the land, and learning the secrets that lay hidden in the scrolls. The loss of her people fueled her desire for revenge against those that took everything from her. Luna's skills in sorcery&amp;nbsp; increased with each passin..</description>
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			<title>Plea</title>
			<description>Wrapped in a blanket safe from the cold ~ still shivering insideI can't break free, it's crushing down on me ~ ripping me apartAching for comfort, I whimper a pleaThe knots inside are driving me insaneI toss and turn trying to escapeSweet slumber, take me in your embraceI can not take this pain anot..</description>
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			<title>Fake it until you feel it</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Fake it until youfeel it. What a terrible motto. This was what went through her mind when thefirst blow of pain passed. She wanted to be strong because the thought ofinflicting pain on anyone around her she cared about made her sick.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sadness was arealit..</description>
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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>1397&amp;nbsp;Moonlight shines upon a sacrificial stone in the forest. Soteries, the high priestess, is preparing for a moonlit ritual to bring protection to her village. She stands with poise and grace, her long silver locks cascading down and rippling with power as she calls to the elements to aid her..</description>
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			<title>Luna</title>
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			<title>Rain</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Rain&amp;nbsp; The rain is pounding on the pavement and filling the storm drains, the sound is soothing and hypnotic. Luna makes the final adjustments, smoothing her leather mini-skirt and tucking knives discretely inside her boot and garter. A girl can never be too prepared. The more weapons she ..</description>
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