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			<title>Crestfallen Beasts</title>
			<description>Emotions of a few in a castle of many.</description>
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			<title>Chaos</title>
			<description>There's nothing left for me here, I realize as I wander the ashen, barren land of an ancient forest. Ash cakes the earth beneath draconian&amp;nbsp;feet, staining black scales in tones of grey. The air is thick and heavy with dark smoke, it burns, suffocates, clings as tightly as possible. The forest wa..</description>
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			<title>The Sanctuary</title>
			<description>Heartache is a dangerous thing for a dragon...</description>
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			<title>Turmoil</title>
			<description>Bellowing roars shake the earth and travel miles through the sky.There&amp;rsquo;s fire, smoke. In the midst of it, shadow, more flames.The night skies are heavy with dark smoke shrouding the moons and stars, and the wind carries the smell of charred wood and earth. An ancient forest is aflame, li..</description>
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