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			<title>The Anchor</title>
			<description>Never have I felt so lost, So stuckAnd unanchored to anything.While away, I believed that the place I knew best wasmy home.Yet, after being absent for so long,Things have started to change. The ground grew darker, New signs emerged in new places,Old projects that appe..</description>
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			<title>The Thing Inside Her</title>
			<description>What she has is different than The usual fire of passion that many expect.It is something else entirely, another beast,Another monster,Something else that claws at her heartAnd manages to get through to her brain.The thing impacts her thoughts,Her words,Her actions to..</description>
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			<title>Near Whole</title>
			<description>Still cursed by those with whom she interactsdistantly,She has found someone soft and kind,Someone who makes her again want to live a long lifeAnd not feel as alone in the world.By herself she is near whole, Almost a complete human who would be self-sufficient If the other ..</description>
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			<title>The Mug</title>
			<description>	&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;She stroked the rough indent on the sideof the mug. The handle and sides were warn, and there was an identical indenton the other part of the mug. She would run the nail of her index finger in therough indents, over and over whenever the bouts of anxiety struck. Which wasoften...</description>
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			<title>Chapter 4</title>
			<description>Chapter 4Rememberingfragments of the dream was like trying to hold water with his hands.Brycenthought of that as he sat with his head resting on his fist, watching Mrs.Vita. She was immersed in her own lecture. This time, she was trying to answerthe classic question: why is it necess..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 3</title>
			<description>Chapter 3&amp;ldquo;Brycen&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo;she said, holding his face in one soft hand. He inhaled the scent of her, theessence of her. It was warm and contained hints of something floral, remindinghim of orchids. &amp;ldquo;Oh, Brycen. Do you want to take a walk with me?&amp;rdquo; Her gaze waskind a..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 2</title>
			<description>Chapter 2&amp;ldquo;You cansee their eyes in the dark,&amp;rdquo; Mrs. Vita said, her eyes resting on somethingbehind them all. Brycen turned around and saw nothing, as if the thing she wasseeing had left.&amp;nbsp; She bit her lip beforecontinuing. Brycen could imagine what was going through her mi..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>It padded through the forest, theundergrowth soft and damp under its paws. Clamped in its jaws was a deadcreature, the carcass limp and splattered with blood. The larger creature carrying the preyshouldered the ferns aside to reveal a flattened area of understory filled withmassive creatures..</description>
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			<title>Below the Bridges</title>
			<description>Brycen is a fourteen-year-old who lives with his village in the trees. Touching the ground is never an option because of the Krase, the cougar-like monsters that prowl Below.</description>
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