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			<title>A Thief's Tale</title>
			<description>The sun never seemed more distant and grey, even from the watchtowers.Icar nested atop an abandoned watchtower, his rags crumpled and piling in a heap in the corner of the room. He had roused as soon as he heard the temple bells reverberating throughout the town.&amp;nbsp;The dusty and miserable town of..</description>
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			<title>The Burning Canopy</title>
			<description>Another attempt.</description>
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			<title>The Bleeding Rose</title>
			<description>It's an attempt at a poem.</description>
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