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		<title>The Fate of Martin Finch</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[Martin Finch leaned back in his worn leather chair, the familiar creak echoing softly in the quiet of his antique shop. At 55, Martin was a man of routine. Every morning, he arrived precisely at eight, unlocking the shop’s heavy wooden door to welcome the...]]></description>
		
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