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		<description>The original writings of author useinu</description>
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			<title>0.5 :: 1</title>
			<description>a short side-story.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/useinu/2102976/</link>
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			<title>Myrlin 1 :: 4</title>
			<description>Aether&amp;rsquo;s lantern swings even without the presence of wind, and Myrlin nearly raises an eyebrow at it.&amp;nbsp;The boy sighs as if bothered by it and crosses his arms.&amp;nbsp;&amp;lsquo;The Twoup thing helped, so thanks.&amp;rsquo; One of his fingers twist through his hair, twirling the small braid on his l..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/useinu/2102975/</link>
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			<title>Myrlin 1 :: 3</title>
			<description>Three doses of Koxinto had&amp;nbsp;steadied his heartbeat, and another two of Atad&amp;nbsp;had ridded&amp;nbsp;him of all the throbbing. Emrys had&amp;nbsp;returned not long ago, shaking his head as he entered the store, and&amp;nbsp;told him that she had escaped by the Eastern Terminal. &amp;lsquo;I called Velvel earlie..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/useinu/2088399/</link>
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			<title>Myrlin 1 :: 2</title>
			<description>The herbs and papers have&amp;nbsp;all been stacked and tied neatly into a bundle by the time they return from the tour of the garden. Emrys is somehow still chattering with the woman in purple, and Myrlin&amp;nbsp;thanks him internally for his commendable effort. Pieces and papers are exchanged, and Richar..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/useinu/2088398/</link>
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			<title>Myrlin 1 :: 1</title>
			<description>Myrrh, his half-asleep mind tells him, scent wafting through the air.&amp;nbsp;Vanilla. Paper. Butter. Metal. Ink.He doesn&amp;rsquo;t need to look to know who it is, and soon enough, as the other&amp;rsquo;s aware that he&amp;rsquo;s awake, a hand finds its way to on top of his head, slender fingers running throug..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/useinu/2050837/</link>
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			<title>Panacea</title>
			<description>Not all curses are evil. 
Not all blessings bring good. 
And so, the Panacea was brewed.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/useinu/2050524/</link>
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			<title>Runtime Error</title>
			<description>A crushed mechanical heart.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/useinu/2050519/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 0</title>
			<description>Not all curses are evil. 
Not all blessings bring good. 
And so, the Panacea was brewed.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/useinu/2050514/</link>
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