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			<title>Mind Palace</title>
			<description>	A room is completely white. A blank space. It&amp;rsquo;s not the usual square, it&amp;rsquo;s a circle. Or, with the ceiling and floor, a cylinder. Once life begins there will be only two factors that give away the front of the room, if it has a front. This particular room has been in use for a while. The..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Sandra was in charge, as always, the difference in today's meeting was that Luke and Tim paid much more attention. That is, they actually paid attention.&quot;We don't honestly have much information. There are seven victims thus far, and as far as the police can tell, there aren't any similarities...</description>
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			<title>Day 4</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Impepho 16, Year 17&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;Dear Diary,&amp;nbsp;I don't even know how to explain all the stuff that went on today. Well, I guess it's not all that weird. I have had quite a few more strange adventures then today's. Oh yeah..</description>
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			<title>Day 3</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Impepho 13, Year 17&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;&amp;nbsp;Dear Diary,&amp;nbsp;Today is the day I will start writing like it's a novel or something instead of just me spilling words on the page. So here we go. I think I'll start with chapter two, ..</description>
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			<title>Day 2</title>
			<description>Impepho 12, Year 17&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;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Dear Diary,&amp;nbsp;I'm back! You would not believe what happened today! So you know how I told you about my powers and loneliness yesterday. Well, today I had one of my adventures, but I ..</description>
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			<title>Day 1</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Impepho 11, Year 17&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;&amp;nbsp;Dear Diary,&amp;nbsp;I guess that's how this is supposed to start? I'm really not sure. It's my first time having a journal so don't expect me to be a pro right off the bat. Though I don't ..</description>
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			<title>The Journal of Azacia Dawn Sallow</title>
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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>Everything was normal. Then, a per usual, the kidnappings started. Not that the kidnappings were a constant occurrence but that, as usual, something happened to interrupt their peace. It never lasted for long. The problem this time is that it wasn't them. They knew this because they preferred to kee..</description>
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			<title>????????? IDK...yet</title>
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			<title>When Life Bites Back</title>
			<description>I've. Just. Been. Shot.I think I'm on the ground. The world seems woozy, is that just me? I clutch my hip. My hand pulls away...wait. There's no blood. Where's the blood? I ran into the corner of that freaking table at, like, 1000 mph. At least, that's what it feels like.&amp;nbsp;Curling in on myself, ..</description>
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			<title>My Last Unseen Letter to You</title>
			<description>A supposed villain writes a letter to the hero. </description>
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