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			<title>Chapter Two; 02</title>
			<description>Rylee O'Neill&amp;#2013266048;&quot;Ms. Hothead&amp;bull;&amp;bull;&amp;bull;The redhead laid back on the old, worn, and uncomfortable mattress. The ceiling was her only entertainment. In a blank, windowless room there wasn't much else to entertain. The sound of one long ring filled her ears; breakfast, and after sit in..</description>
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			<title>Chapter One; 01</title>
			<description>Rhaella Trevoka&amp;#65533;&quot;The &amp;lsquo;God&amp;rsquo;&amp;bull;&amp;bull;&amp;bull;She sat against her wall, picking at the muck under her fingers. Her knees up against her chest, cold feet covered by socks. Her fingers shook as she dug her nails under the ones on her other hand. Time went slow, hours felt like days ar..</description>
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			<title>Prolouge</title>
			<description>Nine of the ten sat in the activity room. Rhaella, the girl who possessed the ability to bring life and take it when she pleased, sat next to Jasper, the copycat, her legs over his. Rhaella scratched at her tattoo labeled '01' on her wrist. Jasper read the pages of the story he's been re-reading for..</description>
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			<title>Home</title>
			<description>Ten children, eight years ago, went missing simultaneously, all the age of eleven. All of these children were brought to Acadacia, Arkansas, hidden away in a large, dense and seemingly endless forest.</description>
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