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			<title>Every Life Matters</title>
			<description>Every life matter&amp;rsquo;s. These thoughts had raced through my head as I stepped out of the house where a Syrian refugee family lived. But if everyone does matter, why do people want to take their lives away? Why do they want to control your world, your life and your religion? I couldn&amp;rsquo;t belie..</description>
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			<title>Fate</title>
			<description>I know my Fate. Do you?</description>
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			<title>Among the Rooftops</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;I clutch Jupiter&amp;rsquo;s hand tightly, my heart racing. The people in front of us walk ahead, their bodies tense with worry. I glance down at my younger brother and sigh, all I want to do is keep him safe, but I know I can&amp;rsquo;t guarantee that. He looks up at me, his innocent blue eyes borin..</description>
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			<title>Jacob son of Issac</title>
			<description>Jacobs birth</description>
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			<title>Chapter 3</title>
			<description>CHAPTER 3&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Aiden groggily lifted his head up. He groaned as he heard a knock on the door. &amp;ldquo;Go away&amp;rdquo; he managed to shout, pulling his covers over his head.&amp;nbsp; An irritated voice spoke. &amp;ldquo;Aiden Turner! you open this door right now!&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;Aid..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 2</title>
			<description>CHAPTER 2&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Aiden let out a contented sigh and leaned back into his chair. &amp;ldquo;Tristin, that was even better than the pie!&amp;rdquo; he exclaimed, licking his lips. Tristin smiled.&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;I am glad you liked it&amp;rdquo; she said, clearing the wooden bowls off the tabl..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>CHAPTER 1&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Aiden jumped to his feet, panting heavily. He looked around franticly, swinging his head from side to side. He then came to his senses and breathed out steadily, trying to calm himself. He slumped back onto the ground between two tree roots and covered his face with his..</description>
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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>Prolouge of The Chosen One</description>
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			<title>The Chosen One</title>
			<description>Aiden is an ordinary 16-year-old from a small village in the mountains, no one special. Or is he? The Chosen One is full of adventure, romance, and self-discovery.</description>
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