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		<description>The original writings of author mysteryman</description>
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			<title>Chapter One</title>
			<description>Bailey sat at his new desk in his new office, alone and peaceful, the only light filtered through blinded windows.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;He waited until his watch read eight o&amp;rsquo;clock.&amp;nbsp; He turned on all the lights, intensely illuminating the two rooms, drenching them in incandescent white.&amp;nb..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Three</title>
			<description>Taylor took the file, the camera, the hidden video camera, the binoculars, and the long range listening device from Bailey.&amp;nbsp; As he left, he held the door for a breathless, frantic looking man who appeared to be in a great hurry.&amp;nbsp; &amp;lsquo;T,&amp;rsquo; as he preferred to be called, made his way ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Two</title>
			<description>Bailey, with his hawk-like face and pointed features, said to Langdon, &amp;ldquo;Okay, I&amp;rsquo;ll do what I can, even though it goes against my better judgment.&amp;nbsp; Let me follow you to your place so I can speak with Miss St. Clair.&amp;nbsp; How long has she been employed by you, by the way?&amp;rdquo;&amp;nb..</description>
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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>Blunt force trauma. &amp;nbsp;The weapon, a fireplace poker, lay by the body. &amp;nbsp;The face was barely recognizable.&amp;nbsp; It was disfigured and distorted, with multiple facial fractures, and all of it lay in a pond of blood.&amp;nbsp; The hair was matted with dried blood, stuck tight to the face.&amp;nbsp; Th..</description>
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			<title>UNTITLED</title>
			<description>a mystery novel involving a pair of kidnappings, blackmail, and murder.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dcragen/793165/</link>
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			<title>Things That Go Bump In The Night</title>
			<description>a woman running from both sides of the law acts out of paranoia</description>
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