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			<description>	I raced past the oak trees in the last glimmer of sunlight; the drops of rain that had gathered earlier shimmered on the leaves and dropped onto my face as I ran past. He was coming soon. He would be here. The last ray of Sun seemed to struggle in the darkness that looked to consume the sky. And th..</description>
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			<title>The Trigger</title>
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