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			<title>CHAPTER 4</title>
			<description>Brody looked up fromhis school book to look at the mirror across from him.&amp;nbsp;His closetdoor stood open, the mirror showing the image of his friend in placeof his reflection. He let the book drop into his bag as he turnedaround to face it.At first he had paidthese changes no mind, ..</description>
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			<title>CHAPTER 3</title>
			<description>Brody laughed at the mirror before him. The figurereflected back smiled back, it grin wider, it white fangs gleaming inthe light from the room. It was after school on a Friday night.Standing in a new outfit that he had bought just for this occasion,he held his arms out. &amp;ldquo;..</description>
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			<title>CHAPTER2</title>
			<description>Brody felt better then ever.His body had been made better by his new friend. He wasn't evensure how that had been possible, but here he was, feeling brand new.Smiling to himself, he walked out the front door of his house.Whistling a song he had never heard before, he walked to his school a..</description>
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			<title>CHAPTER1</title>
			<description>Thesound echoed around the emptiness. Its tempo steady.ClickClickClickTheblackness of the cage was overwhelming. The only movement was that ofthe finger tapping on the smooth surface of the confinement. The longthick curved nail rapped against the glassy surface of the floo..</description>
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			<title>Darkness of Light</title>
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			<title>Requiem of The Veil Walkers: The Beginnings</title>
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			<title>When There Is No More Room In Hell....</title>
			<description>A horror story with a surprising twist. My very first shot at horror. </description>
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			<title>Prologue                                                         </title>
			<description>                                                             ~Prologue   ~                                                 Valin watched as the outer city wallsburned.  The wind whipped his silver hair over his left shoulder asthe wind picked up.  Tears stung his golden eyes.  ..</description>
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			<title>Fate of the Fallen</title>
			<description>The world of Giatia, once alive with magic. ruled by a now dead race with extraordinary powers. The world was broken with their passing. Now they are needed once more.</description>
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