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			<title>Through the Mirror - Chapter Four</title>
			<description>I felt pressure on my neck and I was suddenly awake again, however I was only able to open my eyes once Nat waved her hand over my face.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I took a deep breath of air and almost immediately gagged on the air itself.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;There was a horribly retched stench that filled the air that rem..</description>
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			<title>Through the Mirror - Chapter Three</title>
			<description>Strips of color flicker on and off through my vision.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I&amp;rsquo;m trying my best not to let my eyes follow the light off to the left, but in they end the do, falling into a rhythmic pattern where I follow them until they are out of my line of vision and then jump back to meet the new one of..</description>
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			<title>Through the Mirror - Chapter Two</title>
			<description>That afternoon I slapped on my smudged up skater shoes, grabbed my flashlight, and hit the streets.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I hadn&amp;rsquo;t intended to go anywhere today, because I was growing quite lazy over the weeks, however the letter I had received just completely sketched me out and I needed to go to the sc..</description>
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			<title>Through the Mirror - Chapter One</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;I welcome you all here with open arms, as by the end of the hour you will all leave this place as graduates, never to return again.&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The principal said, beginning what was sure to be a long winded speech, wishing all of us good lives.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;There were rows upon rows of f..</description>
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			<title>Through the Mirror - Prologue</title>
			<description>Two years before the current story... This basically shows how we got where we are (self explanatory?)</description>
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			<title>Through the Mirror</title>
			<description>Ever been sick of your own life and wonder what else could possibly be out there? Well, Darren didn't, but he was forced into a world unlike any he could ever imagine... Join him on his adventure while he tries to escape the mirror world now!</description>
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