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	<title>Biography of an Archmage</title>
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	<description>A serial novel of magic, adventure, and a guy named Kyle.</description>
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		<title>Chapter 12</title>
		<description>Kyle slept, and dreamed. He dreamed dark dreams of blood and steel and fire. Dreams of death, and ashes.

But he woke slowly, and as the dreams faded their details melted like fog, and he could no longer remember them. His nightmares were replaced by reality, and that was almost more ...</description>
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		<title>Chapter 11</title>
		<description>Llara did not say anything as he told her his story. Kyle sounded somewhat awkward, almost like he was trying to describe a dream that did quite make sense the next morning.

Honestly, it sounded like a dream. Or the ravings of a madman. But there was a hint of truth ...</description>
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		<title>Chapter 10</title>
		<description>The stone glowed a brilliant green. Kyle just stared at it for a second, really shocked. There it was, the egg-sized stone he had grabbed from the stream, covered in the strange writing, glowing like a light bulb. It almost hurt his eyes a little to look at it. He ...</description>
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		<title>Chapter 9</title>
		<description>Kyle collapsed onto the dirt floor of the cave, gasping for breath. His lungs felt like they were on fire, and there were little white spots dancing in his vision. He had not run that hard for that long in, well, ever.

Of course, Pocahontas was not even breathing hard.

They had ...</description>
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		<title>Chapter 8</title>
		<description>Llara moved quickly, but not nearly as quickly as she would have liked. The soft, untrained city dweller she had following her made sure of that. And although she made almost no noise as she moved through the undergrowth, he made more than enough noise for the both of them. ...</description>
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		<title>Chapter 7</title>
		<description>Kyle blinked.

The dream had been so vivid, it had almost felt like it was real. He could almost feel the cold from the snow on his feet.

He blinked again, and looked around. He was standing, somehow, and breathing heavily. He was holding something, and when he looked down it was ...</description>
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		<title>Chapter 6</title>
		<description>He stood in the snow, the cold seeping through his boots. The steel on the outside did nothing to stop it, and the leather within did not do enough. The snow was dry, the powdery kind that made creaking noises as his feet moved.


It creaked when his enemy moved as ...</description>
		<link>http://boa.emeraldfyre.com/novel/chapter-6</link>
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		<title>Chapter 5</title>
		<description>Kyle groaned. His left shoulder hurt, and his back, and his head. The wind had been knocked out of him, and he was just now recovering his breath.

He rolled over, slowly, dirt and bits of heather falling off him, and looked around.

He could not see much. Light was pouring in ...</description>
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		<title>Chapter 4</title>
		<description>Kyle woke, cold, sore, and stiff, face down on hard ground. He rolled over, and grunted softly as the slight exertion sent pain lancing from his muscles, and twigs poked at him. He looked up at the crystal clear sky, and rested for a moment, before trying to move again.

The ...</description>
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		<title>Chapter 3</title>
		<description>Llara pushed her way through the undergrowth at the edge of the woods with practiced ease, into the large field between the woods and the tiny village of New Rinsdale. The villagers kept the field meticulously clear of anything that reached above knee-high, and as much as Llara loved the ...</description>
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