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		<title>Chapter 3. Into the Smoke</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Emeris held the month-old infant boy, whom she and her husband had named Jorn, to her chest, where he suckled and cooed, even as his young mother gazed out the west window. Now was the time for one of the newborn boy&#8217;s ten or twelve daily feedings. The boy hadn&#8217;t really grown much in his [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Chapter 2: The Broken Heart of Tarapice</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[As she sat in the rocker folding the diapers she&#8217;d pulled off the clothesline, Emeris touched her hand upon the trinket dangling from the leather string around her neck. Made of bronze, this small medallion was the left side of a heart&#8212;a heart with the shape of a cross punched out of it. When put [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Chapter 1: Emeris</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[A sinister column of black smoke stretched across the western sky like the neck of a dark dragon. Somewhere beyond the family of ancient elms that made its home on the afternoon side of Boreal, probably south of the yellow bedrock ridge that cut a line across the prairie, a zealous fire burned. At this [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Prologue to To Serve a King</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Fellow Scientists,
This story is going to seem very strange to you, but please, bear with me. Since it was all of you who put me up to this, you should read it in its entirety before you make up your minds as to my conclusion. Please, I emplore you—read with an open mind.  This journey [...]]]></description>
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