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			<title>{Chapter 1}</title>
			<description>	Leaves leaped through the air, jumping from one breeze to another. The trees danced with the wind, birds flying overhead starting to make their long trip south. The air smelled damp. It had rained last night, worms littered the ground, trying to find a way back home. I was walking down the sidewalk..</description>
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			<title>{Prologue}</title>
			<description>A short preview!</description>
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			<title>{The Woods}</title>
			<description>Don't look into the eyes. . . </description>
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			<title>{A land worth saving} [Chapter one]</title>
			<description>Bump-Bump-Bump, the bouncing went. Up and down it lifted. Soft noises of the wind sounded, and muffled voices off elsewhere. My eyes opened lazily, dizzy and confused. I found myself in a wagon or carriage type vehicle, a white sheet was over my head, but a opening was right near my face so looking ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Unicorn_Penguin/1992293/</link>
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			<title>Prologe {Rewritten} </title>
			<description>The battle started at dusk on the edge of the Rimwood forest, before reinforcements could arrive, many Rougtok men were slaughtered by the Neafolds. Nothing could of been done. The knife flew from my hand in an instant like a blur. Thousands of soldiers and warriors were clashing and charging one an..</description>
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			<title>{A land worth saving} </title>
			<description>Puma is the land with no flaws, nothing separates the old from the young, the cowards and the brave, the boys from the men. Perfection, right? That is, until a special boy. Meets someone strange.    </description>
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