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			<title>CHAPTER 7</title>
			<description>The hooded figures stood as still as statues before the altar of sacred incense. The only movement was the faint muttering of their lips, whispering silent prayers to the heavens.	Laban stood awkwardly on the threshold of the courtyard around the Library. He didn&amp;rsquo;t want to trespass on such sac..</description>
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			<title>CHAPTER 6</title>
			<description>The sound of ringing bells echoed through his dreams, surrounding him, yet coming from seemingly nowhere at all. He pried open his tired eyelids. He saw the bright sunlight breaking through the coarse weave of the fabric that covered him. The dreams faded, slipping quickly out of his memory and into..</description>
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			<title>CHAPTER 5</title>
			<description>The Malkuth lived in poverty. There were no exceptions. There were no glistening cities, no paradisiacal oases to serve as refuge from the storm. The Territe overlords, whoever or whatever they were, made sure of that. Only they were privy to such luxuries. At least, that&amp;rsquo;s what the stories sa..</description>
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			<title>CHAPTER 4</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Good morning!&amp;rdquo; bellowed a voice from above. Someone rapped on the metal of the hatch. It made a cruel, metallic sound that grated against their eardrums. Rude awakening&amp;hellip;&amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;ve been so looking forward to meeting my new friends!&amp;rdquo; the voice continued. &amp;ldquo;Althoug..</description>
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			<title>CHAPTER 3</title>
			<description>A cold liquid dripped onto Laban&amp;rsquo;s forehead and trickled down his face. He woke up. He wiped whatever it was off with the back of his hand.	&amp;ldquo;Please tell me that was just water,&amp;rdquo; Laban mumbled.	&amp;ldquo;Probably,&amp;rdquo; Torreck mumbled. &amp;ldquo;But really, I can&amp;rsquo;t make any promis..</description>
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			<title>CHAPTER 2</title>
			<description>When his mind finally found its place again, it was dark. Had he been out for that long? No&amp;hellip; there was still light. It was faint, though, and far away. He blinked his eyes. Things began to focus. He saw light streaming in from a wide, craggy opening in the stone. He was inside a cave.He sat u..</description>
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			<title>CHAPTER 1</title>
			<description>The boy Laban and his friend Torreck wander through the desert in search of food. They find something else entirely.</description>
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			<title>Terror of the Shadow</title>
			<description>The Earth is nothing but a poisonous shadow of what it once was. Death comes at them from all sides. Yet something far more sinister seems to be lurking beneath: the being they call the Shadow Man.</description>
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