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			<title>The Forgotten Path</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; WhenI was a boy, my mother told me how men would soar through the skies, and sail acrossthe seas. But these unnatural acts angered god, who sought to punish man&amp;rsquo;sarrogance. He brought the seas to boil, m..</description>
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			<title>Terror</title>
			<description>Inside a moving van, men clad inblack camo shuffled. Imam loaded his weapon. It jolted to a stop, then thesliding doors reeled open. Corinthian pillars, with ornate designs, toweredabove. They stepped out into the courtyard of a prestigious academy,brandishing their weapons. After a short jo..</description>
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			<title>Mary</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mary held the front door open, Sophia crossed thethreshold, and Jason followed close behind. Each step they took, kicked a puffof snow inside. He carried a brown grocery bag in each arm. A French baguette,thre..</description>
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			<title>Broken Toes</title>
			<description>On a silent stage, she stood. Shefelt a trickle of sweat slither down her spine, pooling between her shoulderblades. Her posture upright, and her chin slightly elevated. Raven black hairwound tight in a taut bun. She wore a short dress with a weaved pattern oflavender silk, garnished with an..</description>
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