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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
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			<title>The Clockmaker's Heart</title>
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			<title>Chapter 31: Bedlam of the almighty</title>
			<description>No being present and stealing breath on Earth, neither man nor monster, could ever attest to savvy the elysian, exalted kahuna of relief inundating the fiendish frame of Discord. The ignominious God of Chaos. An inglorious facultized maestro of the unequaled art of bona fide, unalloyed anarchy, spil..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 3: The warmest welcome </title>
			<description>Even thought it was a 5-minute walk, it took Levi nearly 15 minutes to get there, due to him having to stop and take breaks from his aching legs and back. &amp;ldquo;D****t Alan&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo; He groaned to himself in annoyance.&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;Why did you have to send me here.&amp;rdquo; he said to himself, as..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 2: Another begins</title>
			<description>As Levi&amp;rsquo;s vision returned to normal, he no longer saw the rainbow with the unicorn standing there. He saw a bright blue sky and he felt himself falling at an alarming speed. Levi screamed as he fell for a few seconds and&amp;hellip;THUD!Levi whimpered and groaned in pain after his fall, his back a..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1: Where one life ends</title>
			<description>He walked to the edge of the beach, ready for what came next, or what would come next. He fell to his knees at the edge, right where the tide came in and almost touched him but just barely missed him. He watched as the water receded back into the ocean and disappeared, leaving the sand a dark brown ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 29: Ballad of the lost minds</title>
			<description>In the numberless amount of centuries since its gloried inception, uncounted and frankly unthought of by the Man in Blue, coffee was a systematically beguiling grail for all who reveled in its empyrean savor. It was a delicacy the brunete rarely ever indulged in if it wasn&amp;rsquo;t an apparatus to br..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 30: Reverence of brutality</title>
			<description>On the arid margins of the redoubtable Everfree Forest, ambling nettled and balked through an unbounded matrix of peril and unbridled menace, a drudging covered wagon groaned ceaselessly. With every revolution of its titanic birchen wheels, its venerable hinges whinnied like spoiled children. Buckin..</description>
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			<title>Death, Sacrifice, and the Man in Blue</title>
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