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			<title>Chapter 4 - It seems to fall apart...</title>
			<description>The group has returned from their group. Falk, Mavis, Ashton and... Drakel? After venturing to the ends of Kaviskal, they finally had returned back to Harensdale. Little did they know...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrFortunateNZ/2010821/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 3 - When they tie together...</title>
			<description>The group had fallen into the traps of the dark void. Nobody knew for sure what had become of their fallen Evangeline- Nothing was set in stone- How would they live? And what people might join them..?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrFortunateNZ/2009482/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 2 - The Village of Kaviskal</title>
			<description>Ashton and the few who journeyed with him had reached Kaviskal. All around them, burning bodies and ashes corrupted the streets, the flames which once burnt the homes down, fading into nothing.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrFortunateNZ/2008520/</link>
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			<title>The Wind Keeps Blowing</title>
			<description>A small poem on the thoughts of friends in life.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrFortunateNZ/2006936/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 1 - In spite of his ways...</title>
			<description>A man by the name of Ashton Darek had inherited the land of Harensdale after the sudden death of King Duncan. Nobody knows of his motives, yet all assume only the worst of him.</description>
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			<title>The Kingdom of Harensdale</title>
			<description>A land, far off in the depths of the leaf-covering trees lay a land; a Kingdom, by the name of &quot;Harensdale.&quot; And in a land of fantasy... anything is possible...</description>
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