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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>Body Changes</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 17 Jul 2020 16:00:48 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[My wife Vicky means more to me than my own life. I’ve consulted doctors after hours, anonymous clinical helplines, even a suicide hotline for Christ’s sake. The only course of action that I have left is to release her into professional medical care. As weak...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Nearus</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 06 May 2020 16:00:59 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Most children say they want to run away from home but few ever do it. My brother Joey was definitely in the latter category, using the excuse of freedom and independence to constantly break our parents’ rules. He was a dreamer, an adventurer, someone that...]]></description>
		
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