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		<description>The original writings of author River Sinclair</description>
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			<title>One</title>
			<description>This is NOT a complete chapter. </description>
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			<title>The Wielder's Apprentice</title>
			<description>Amund is a Wielder. One who posesses the magic ability to move through time. It is a secret burden that he must bear alone. That is, until a child is left on his doorstep. </description>
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			<title>Pain and Sun Spots</title>
			<description>Can you trust someone other than your own fractured mind?Never have I known this pain.Or have I?Is this an old friend?Familiar yet reluctant.&amp;nbsp;Where did you come from?Taken from the depth of my soul, my mind shatters into fractals of my former self.&amp;nbsp;Who is this?I'm thrown on this ride I did..</description>
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			<title>I'll Pull You Out</title>
			<description>Put a name to what you're feeling.&amp;nbsp;What was the word again?My vocabulary is scribbled through this stack of wet newspapers.&amp;nbsp;Feverish flipping, riffling through pages. Disintegrating between my finger tips.Sitting on the street corner in the rain, strangers leaving pennies to my name.&amp;nbsp;..</description>
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			<title>Screaming</title>
			<description>Processing trauma, grief for the living.</description>
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