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		<description>The original writings of author The Majestic e-Gal</description>
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			<title>PROLOUGE</title>
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			<title>CHAPTER ONE</title>
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			<title>Angelic Demons, Demonic Angels</title>
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			<title>Mrs. Mortal's Cupcakes</title>
			<description>A story I've written 3 years ago. Just modified. Hehehehhehe</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MerliniacXOXO/741715/</link>
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			<title>A Tragic Loss, No Wonderful Gain</title>
			<description>Dedicated to my late grandfather. May you rest in peace. </description>
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			<title>CHAPTER ONE</title>
			<description>&quot;Are you ready?&quot; Jonathan asked sweetly. Amelyn grinned widely and took his hand which he offered. Jonathan's hand rested against hers and his other hand slid to her waist. Amelyn placed her head on Jonathan's broad chest. &quot;How romantic of you to dance with me before my 13th birthday, Jo,&quot; Amelyn wh..</description>
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			<title>PROLOUGE</title>
			<description>The sun dawned over the mountains of Kilma-I that morning. The Castle stood tall and strong as it had for generations. The Lord of Mortonia was resting on his favourite armchair in his tranquil chambers, reading his favourite book. &amp;nbsp;Suddenly, a gush of chill wind entered the chamber as a soldie..</description>
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			<title>Mortonia : A New Beginning</title>
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			<title>A Boy's Tale</title>
			<description>What a blissful day,To tell you,How much I love you.What a charming face,Yet fragile,You have upon you.What a nice response,To kiss me,So that we embrace.What a painful truth,To hear that,Our love cannot be.An arrogant friend,I was then,To tell you you're mine.A demented choice,You have made,To choo..</description>
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