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			<title>Blood pact prologue</title>
			<description>1720 Riquewihr, FranceThe Midnight sky was as black as his mood. He couldn't see much as he walked, but for the moon. He walked by mere memory. He knew the path to the pub by heart. For that matter he knew each and every street in this town by heart. He'd been born here, grew up here and now he woul..</description>
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			<title>It Begins</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &quot; Beep! Beep! Beep!&quot; the alarm clocked blared from the bedside table. Charity Caldon groaned sleepily as she rolled over to slap the snooze button. &quot; God, i feel like crap&quot; she groaned as she lay her head back down. She lay there a few more minutes before slipping off to sleep again.Se..</description>
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			<title>Dead Man Walking</title>
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