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		<title>The Fate of Martin Finch</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 22 Oct 2024 16:00:26 +0000</pubDate>
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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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		<title>What Time Is It? </title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 25 Sep 2021 16:00:54 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[PART ONE I guess I’ll start with an introduction?  My name is Brendon Spirit.  Ac&#8230;actually, no.  Sorry, no, it’s not.  I suppose I should be honest in case anyone actually finds this voice recording.  My name – my real name – is Kermit Stainton, and...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Acceptance</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 24 Sep 2021 16:00:46 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Woodard Hall was empty.  All the university workers were gone for the day, but it didn’t matter whether the building was occupied or not; it always felt empty.  The long corridors sprinkled with muted orange lights drained all the energy out of the building, like...]]></description>
		
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		<title>A Wonderful Day</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 23 Sep 2021 16:00:20 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Mr. Vanhin had a wonderful day.  He woke up at 5 am, said his morning prayers, and cooked himself a full breakfast, complete with fried eggs, sausages, and bacon.  At 10 am, after a short nap in his favorite armchair, he grabbed his cane, put...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Fane</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 22 Apr 2020 16:00:51 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I grew up in a place called Lair’s Fane or ‘The Fane’, as locals called it, a solid two-and-a-half hours from anywhere worth going. I lived with my grandmother in her rustic, weathered farmhouse just beyond the edge of The Fane, set adrift in the...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Staircase</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 18 Jan 2014 06:00:58 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[July 5, 2010 I don’t really know what to say. Last week, I was in a bad car crash. The doctors said that I suffered some brain injuries in the crash and that it’s a miracle that I’m not dead. They also said that I...]]></description>
		
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		<title>1999</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 14 Nov 2009 06:00:21 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“The year is nineteen-ninety-nine.” That sentence brings me back to my senior kindergarten class when I was five years old, where we used to read out the date on the blackboard every single day. The year 1999 exists as a stain in my mind, however,...]]></description>
		
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