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		<title>Chapter 17: Amnesty (p3)</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Looking in the other direction they saw the city’s perimeter wall. It was impossibly tall and thick, clearly having been molded by some power greater than the backs and arms of men, and proudly flew at least a hundred vibrant flags with the Resistance’s emblem. Casually patrolling its twenty-pace thick top were scores more soldiers, [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=writingabroad.wordpress.com&amp;blog=3834149&amp;post=255&amp;subd=writingabroad&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<description><![CDATA[Once there, Micah broke rank to embrace his fellow Resistance soldiers. He received a handful of heartfelt condolences at the immediate realization that Charles was not on board. Neither Tristan or Gwen were surprised to see him brush these off, for sorrow and apologies did not make Micah feel any better about his loss. Only [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=writingabroad.wordpress.com&amp;blog=3834149&amp;post=252&amp;subd=writingabroad&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Chapter 17: Amnesty (p1)</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[8th Fall, 360 A.S. Micah and Frederick wasted no time getting the five tired travelers on an Amnesty-bound vessel come morning. By the time the sunrise’s colors had faded, Waypoint was already invisible around curves in the southern coast. “We are lucky,” Micah told Tristan and Gwen as the three stood huddled by the tiny [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=writingabroad.wordpress.com&amp;blog=3834149&amp;post=249&amp;subd=writingabroad&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Chapter 16: The Shifting Swamp (p4)</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 24 Dec 2009 15:37:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The next morning, though few had the strength stand, they unanimously agreed to push hard all day until they reached Waypoint, for as inviting as going back to sleep sounded, getting out of crocodile-infested waters sounded better yet. “I am happy with our decision,” Micah had stated simply, and then almost no words were exchanged [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=writingabroad.wordpress.com&amp;blog=3834149&amp;post=245&amp;subd=writingabroad&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Chapter 16: The Shifting Swamp (p3)</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[13th Fall, 360 A.S. Micah was jerked awake by violent, nearby splashing and realized that bright sunshine from above meant he had never been roused for his shift. He shot off the ground to see Tristan and Gwen sitting against a fallen tree, sound asleep. Cursing their failure that put everyone in such terrible peril, [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=writingabroad.wordpress.com&amp;blog=3834149&amp;post=241&amp;subd=writingabroad&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Chapter 16: The Shifting Swamp (p2)</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 18 Dec 2009 19:40:22 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[12th Fall, 360 A.S. Five days into their journey, Micah had navigated them to a unique strip of textured land that had long, narrow sections of earth raised out of the muck. The thin paths stretched and weaved like a spider’s web, spreading as far as the eye could see. Though the thick mud still [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=writingabroad.wordpress.com&amp;blog=3834149&amp;post=238&amp;subd=writingabroad&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Chapter 16: The Shifting Swamp (p1)</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[8th Fall, 360 A.S. Micah Vyntein’s small party stood atop a hill overlooking a long, gradual decline that lead to a misty tropical forest that looked about as inviting as a wrestling match with a grizzly bear. “And this is what we will wade through?” Gwen asked without expression. “I have done it many times,” [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=writingabroad.wordpress.com&amp;blog=3834149&amp;post=233&amp;subd=writingabroad&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Chapter 15: The Right Hand Man</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 11 Dec 2009 15:50:31 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[90th Summer, 218 A.S. It was the last day of summer. The heat still loomed oppressively, loudly promising to deny the arrival of autumn for at least a half dozen more weeks. The midsummer cottonwood assault was weeks gone, and in the days since the Revolution’s decrepit army had been a mouse narrowly escaping the [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=writingabroad.wordpress.com&amp;blog=3834149&amp;post=230&amp;subd=writingabroad&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Chapter 14: Canta (p3)</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 09 Dec 2009 19:11:55 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Slowly Tristan opened his eyes again, though he had no memory of closing them. His body hurt, but not in the way he remembered it hurting during his last moment of consciousness when the ring of Legionnaires had surrounded him and remembered falls and punches from Arris ravaged his every muscle. Now it hurt in [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=writingabroad.wordpress.com&amp;blog=3834149&amp;post=227&amp;subd=writingabroad&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Chapter 14: Canta (p2)</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Sebastian Cemari watched from afar as Tristan and Micah sprinted directly into his trap. Hidden by buildings and distance, they had no chance to see him as they knelt before the burned remains of two nearly arbitrary Cantan villagers and cried themselves dry. “It is working perfectly,” he whispered to the Legionnaire officer beside him. [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=writingabroad.wordpress.com&amp;blog=3834149&amp;post=224&amp;subd=writingabroad&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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