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			<title>Chapter 5</title>
			<description>Chapter 5Slowly awakening all Stevenscould see was darkness. His eyes took a long time to adjust. At first, theyrefused all his brains instructions and remained closed. His mind was open, buthis eyes were still closed, refusing to open and obey his command. Reluctantlythey did open and c..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 4</title>
			<description>Chapter 4WashingtonHenry Hanna was a second-generationGerman immigrant. He had carved himself out a reputable career as a journalistwith the Washington Post. He was a trained Economist and after completing hisfirst degree in Economic History he went on to study for a Masters, majoring ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 3</title>
			<description>Chapter 3Washington DCPresent DayLizzie walked into the roomfeeling powerful. She was, after all, newly promoted to this position and nowhad real power. She could do good things.&amp;nbsp;Dressed in a sharp StellaMcartney suit, she looked and was the all American girl made good. ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 2</title>
			<description>Chapter 2State Corrections Facility,Texas.Present day&amp;nbsp;Matt Stevens stared in silenceat the ceiling above him. White, everything white. The walls, the floor, theceiling, white, sterile.Stevens had resigned himselfto the inevitable, days, weeks, even months ago. He had..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>Chapter 1United States, 1954&amp;nbsp;Colonel Walter &amp;lsquo;Walt&amp;rsquo; Stevensstared at the message on his screen, not fully understanding who had sent it orhow it had indeed managed to appear on his television screen.&amp;nbsp;Message: FAO Colonel WalterStevens&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nb..</description>
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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>Prologue</description>
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			<title>A Message From The Future</title>
			<description>Are we really alone in the Universe? Matt Stevens, decorated combat pilot, and Lizzie Whitehouse, US Senator, are about to find out.</description>
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			<title>Chapter 4</title>
			<description>Chapter 4Snowy was perched high above the throng of partygoers. Stood alongside Veronica, he was intensely searching the crowd forVanessa. He took hold of Veronica&amp;rsquo;s hand and turned towards her.Veronica spoke to him. &amp;lsquo;Is it time?&amp;rsquo;.Snowy shook his head slowly and hel..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 3</title>
			<description>Chapter 3It was Saturday afternoon when I finally got out ofbed. I had a thumping headache so took two aspirin and changed into the clothesI had on the day before. There was no telephone in our building, so I headedoff down the Down&amp;rsquo;s Road towards Hackney in search of a public teleph..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 2</title>
			<description>Chapter 2I opened the door and found the guy from the oppositebedsit stood outside. He wasn&amp;rsquo;t someone I had seen much of in my time here, butI knew he was one of those guys who liked to party late and always hadsomething available to get high. &amp;lsquo;Hey man. Just letting you kno..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>Chapter 1I don&amp;rsquo;t know when the headaches started, they seemedto always be there with me, keeping me company somehow. I just accepted them,took aspirin like everyone else, and got on with life. London was a great place to be for a student likemyself. Sure, it could be a little fra..</description>
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			<title>Blood Ties: A Kiss of Life</title>
			<description>Vampire romance. A love story where the vampire is the heroine, saving a young man from death, finding love for the first time in over five hundred years. This is their story. </description>
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