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			<title>Chapter 5: Spilled Life</title>
			<description>Sorry for the months-long hiatus. It might be a while before I post again; we're at the end of a trimester at my school, and I've got a lot of schoolwork to do. My mental health is taking a dive, too.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aetheria/2934241/</link>
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			<title>Chapter Four: Drifting Ashore</title>
			<description>Sorry it's late, I completely forgot to update yesterday. Hope this makes somebody's Tuesday better, at least!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aetheria/2922404/</link>
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			<title>Chapter Three: The Abyss</title>
			<description>A bit of the culture of sirens is looked into here.</description>
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			<title>Chapter Two: Beneath the Shattered Waves</title>
			<description>Mother made me split up the food for the next few days. Each &amp;ldquo;family&amp;rdquo; in the Chorus gets a certain amount of food based on how many members they have and how old they are. I&amp;rsquo;ve almost finished dividing up the rations, since Mother made me do it alone, it took almost two full days.&amp;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aetheria/2913634/</link>
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			<title>Right and Wrong</title>
			<description>What is right? What is wrong?The answer is something we'll probably never truly know. Right and wrong is something we're taught as children, right? But what if our teacher's vision of right and wrong was flawed?Chances are, what's an obvious moral choice for me is something you would never even cons..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aetheria/2912387/</link>
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			<title>No Lies, Just me.</title>
			<description>This is an uncensored vent about some of my issues. Don't take this the wrong way please.
TW: this is uncensored, depictions of an eating disorder, su1c1d@l ideation.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aetheria/2911920/</link>
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			<title>Chapter One: A Sweet Song of Blood</title>
			<description>Our second look at our beautifully bloody siren.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aetheria/2911918/</link>
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			<title>Prologue: The Moment Before Silence</title>
			<description>The millisecond of calm before the storm.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aetheria/2911917/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 0, TWs</title>
			<description>Basically what the story will touch on. This is not all encompassing, and may change as the story evolves. It's not a finished work.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aetheria/2911810/</link>
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			<title>The Cost of Her Song</title>
			<description>Sirens are said to be beautiful creatures, with voices that could enchant even the most stubborn sailor. (This story is mildly disturbing, reader discretion is advised.)</description>
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