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			<title>Fate</title>
			<description>Vek knew that he had a chance he could die when he signed up to guard the shipment. He also knew that if he was going to die, that he would take some of the b******s with him. But what he didn't know was that he would have to face his own daughter on the field of battle.~*~&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;..</description>
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			<title>Wonder</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Vek woke up in the middle of the night, drug out of a deep sleep by his regular nightmare. He had been having them for the last thirty years. At first it was hard on him to have such a strange dreams at the age of fourteen. And even harder for the local shaman to figure out..</description>
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			<title>Love?</title>
			<description>Oh but to see your beauty, such sweet misery. Need I only talk and observe with whom I do not know how? That, is to remain unseen. I can not just merely touch you? No. You would not allow such contact between us. And, instead you would just keep me at a distance and talk to me clearly? No, n..</description>
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