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			<title>Non-Enlightened</title>
			<description>	There was no true name for the creatures. I use the term 'creatures' loosely, as what I am referring to behaves more as a central conscience despite consisting of many bodies. Due to the lack of clarity, men had no clue how to properly determine an appropriate name for the writhing mass of unrelent..</description>
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			<title>Men Forged in Fire</title>
			<description>Some of us aren't truly able to be ourselves until we are forced into it.</description>
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			<title>Door Secure!</title>
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			<title>Samson</title>
			<description>	Quiet tapping echoed through the small, concrete room as the suited man paced back and forth parallel to the wall. The inversion of his direction occurred every five steps with no errors displayed, continuing in this pattern with no regard for the man in the chair. The tapping of the dress shoes co..</description>
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			<title>The Day of Hearts</title>
			<description>The experience of a devout follower to a corrupt cause.</description>
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			<title>It's Over</title>
			<description>A monologue inspired by personal emotion. Purely fiction, but is unfortunately possible.</description>
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			<title>An Agathan Regime</title>
			<description>Completely fiction. Borrowed names and semi-original story-line with partially realistic setting for a medieval piece. My first work in a long while.</description>
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