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			<title>Just another lost letter</title>
			<description>Dear Ruby,Days pass by me but I take no notice. Seconds turn to minutes, minutes turn to hours as my life continues to go by. You were the one who kept me bound to this earth, and now that you are no longer by my side, time has lost all meaning and purpose for me. Many are the nights when I climb on..</description>
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			<title>Goodbye, my love</title>
			<description>The candles were flickering in her room as she finally sat down for the first time that day. She could see the forest from her seat on the window ledge. For the first time in a long time she was alone. She reveled in the silence, pulled it around her like a blanket and let it quiet her thoughts. She..</description>
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			<title>The magic we need</title>
			<description>Her dress sparkled with the light of a thousand stars as she stood in front of her audience. She was nervous, her heart pounding loudly in her chest&amp;nbsp;and for a brief moment that was the only sound that she could hear. She picked up the microphone with an ever so slight tremble of her hand. The m..</description>
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			<title>At the end of their time</title>
			<description>Their screams rose high into the night. Tens of them, intertwining to created a dark, twisted and absolutely frightening melody of anguish. She could see fires raging on down in the village. A bright, red flame swallowed by the velvet satin of darkness. Irina didn't flinch. She gripped the candle sh..</description>
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			<title>The Crescent Warriors</title>
			<description>All her life she had never known something that would feel better than riding through the woods at night. It was so quiet&amp;hellip;not even the moon was shining tonight and thick black clouds now wove an intricate pattern on the velvety sky. She brought Kratos to a light trot as she took the left path..</description>
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			<title>Revenge of the Crescent Warriors </title>
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			<title>Tears of Angels</title>
			<description>'Do angels weep for themisery that has come to rule earth? Is that why it has been raining so muchlately?' she thought to herself as she walked down the road with small steps,trying to avoid the huge puddles formed everywhere.Above, the velvetyclouds seemed only to get darker and darker,..</description>
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			<title>Hope</title>
			<description>	It's been a long time since she dared to touch the rusty knife. Once, a long time ago she had&amp;nbsp;vowed&amp;nbsp;she would never touch it again and yet, here she was looking at the woods, watching the sun set over them and running her fingers over it's smooth blade. Irini knew they would be coming for..</description>
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			<title>Full Moon</title>
			<description>This is going to be a nightto remember, I thought to myself as the pack was gathering in the forgottenclearing. Ash and I were the only ones who hadn&amp;rsquo;t shifted yet because we werethe alpha male and female so we had to wait for the rest to come.&amp;nbsp; I hadn&amp;rsquo;t been born a werewolf l..</description>
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			<title>-Chapter 2-</title>
			<description>Black cloaked figures entwined in an unbreakable circle,isolating Avelyn and Mykhail in the middle. She had a second to adjust to theflow of magic that overwhelmed her and then the fight was on. The figuresaround them started chanting words in latin, words meant to keep the Silencethough the..</description>
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			<title>~ Chapter 1 ~</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;The cathedral wasvery quiet tonight. As she advanced towards the altar, her footsteps echoedthrough the emptiness of the long forsaken building, filling her skin withgoose bumps. It was very cold and Raven&amp;rsquo;s breath formed little white clouds inthe air before disappearing just as ..</description>
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			<title>The Vrykols</title>
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			<title>Angels and Demons</title>
			<description>&quot;What are you mostafraid of, Freya?&quot; the psychologist asked, leaning forward in his whitecomfortable chair.&quot;I'm afraid of many things, sir. Too many things,&quot; the girl answered,averting her eyes from the man's insistent stare.&quot;Would you like to talk to me about some of those things?&quot;&quot;No. ..</description>
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