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			<title>TWELVE: I</title>
			<description>The forest is deathly silent, a mute and still darkness that engulfs me entirely and presses a weight onto my body&amp;rsquo;s core. My feet barely touch the ground--- it feels more like I am gliding, on the verge of slipping. I stumble into bushes and thorns, branches scratching against my bare skin, a..</description>
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			<title>TWELVE</title>
			<description>Caught in the midst of an outbreak that transforms the dead into heartless monsters, a group of kids are left to fend for themselves.</description>
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