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		<title>Memories of a Time Long Past</title>
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			<title>Maximiliaan &amp;quot;Max&amp;quot; Timberwoods</title>
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			<description>August 2001, Sacramento.





There is no place like home.

His hands were shivering even though he wasn't cold and his eyes were squinting as if to make out some diminutive thing off in the distance. He didn't hear, see or feel anyone follow him. This was either a good thing or a very, very bad thing. Sighing deeply Maximiliaan took his second step away from Elysium before feigning to relax in a casual walk and strolled off at a leisurely pace.



The next hour or so Max walked through  ...</description>
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			<pubDate>Fri, 29 May 2009 12:27:12 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title>Awake</title>
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			<description>His eyes snapped open.  He was awake.  He did not know where he was.  He did not know who he was.   He knew only one thing:  he was hungry.



He tried to get up and found he was also half-buried, his legs and one arm covered with a thick layer of earth, with a dusting of earth over his face and the rest of his body.  



After wrenching himself free from the soil, he looked around.  He realized on some level that he was at the bottom of a shallow pit, and had in fact been buried partway  ...</description>
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			<pubDate>Tue, 05 May 2009 02:29:12 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title>January 7th, 1900</title>
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			<description>Asa really hated being cold -- and when you're dead, you get cold.  He had tried the Blush a few days before, and then cursed himself for being a fool as the excruciating pin-pricks of warmed tissue washed over him.



Well, at least in the cold he didn't have to  worry about his pallor.  



As he watched the two men pack their meager belongings on the pack animals that would follow the coach, he felt a pang of sadness.  He would miss these mountains, and the wildlife.  Having grown up in  ...</description>
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			<pubDate>Wed, 25 Mar 2009 04:22:14 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title>Orders From Above (repost from 3/8)</title>
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			<description>Nearly thirty years, and he still wasn't used to the sudden, jolting feeling of awakening each evening. No fatigue wearing off; no slow return of the senses; simply coming to, awareness flooding back, complete cessation of the sleep. 

Martin took a moment to realize that he couldn't feel a difference between the porcelain of the bathtub, and his own cold white skin. He unfolded himself and stood in the tub, tendons creaking, and pulled the shower curtain all the way closed. Water came on. Steam  ...</description>
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			<pubDate>Sun, 22 Mar 2009 05:08:07 GMT</pubDate>
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