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		<title>NaNo07 &#8211; Prologue</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 26 May 2008 16:21:44 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Words, words, words. Am, will be, has been, was. There used to be a limelight here. I love the light so. I love it when the eyes fall on me, spoken words fall to a whisper and fade off, stepping aside for me. I stand before them head raised, chest out and up. Dust lingers, [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=ghostpunque.wordpress.com&amp;blog=523824&amp;post=20&amp;subd=ghostpunque&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Chapter 14 &#8211; That&#8217;s it.</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 14 May 2007 15:15:52 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The morning sun was barely visible against the dense canopy of trees, the air cool and slighly damp from the dew. Key put on his coat, dried from the night before, and stepped out, Heiderich following behind. &#8220;Anyway if you go straight you&#8217;ll reach a weather-beaten road, you&#8217;ll be able to find your bearings from [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=ghostpunque.wordpress.com&amp;blog=523824&amp;post=18&amp;subd=ghostpunque&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Chapter 13</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 13 May 2007 14:23:47 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The abode of this prince was hardly what Key had in mind. He&#8217;d imagined marble steps, polished till you could see your reflection upon it; banisters carved from the finest wood, curving down in thick smooth curls, tempting many to slide down in child&#8217;s play; crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, twinkling and sparkling like [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=ghostpunque.wordpress.com&amp;blog=523824&amp;post=17&amp;subd=ghostpunque&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Chapter 12</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 07 Jan 2007 03:02:08 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The train rattled along the old tracks, passing a field teeming with flowers. A mild wind blew, the flowers swaying as if moving to a rhythm only known to them. The sun was partially obscured by large fluffy clouds drifting by, beams of light shining down on patches of the field, as if blessing a [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=ghostpunque.wordpress.com&amp;blog=523824&amp;post=16&amp;subd=ghostpunque&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Chapter 11A</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 10 Dec 2006 13:59:24 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[ (Thus ends Finnegan&#8217;s story for now) Finnegan twiddled his thumbs; crossing and uncrossing, wringing his hands nervously. In his anxiety, he&#8217;d even forgotten about his assistant lurking and peering from the chair&#8217;s backrest, dangerously close to Finnegan&#8217;s shoulder. Across him, the auditor studied the statement, comfortably leaned back, her light green eyes shifted slightly with [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=ghostpunque.wordpress.com&amp;blog=523824&amp;post=15&amp;subd=ghostpunque&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Chapter 11</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 01 Dec 2006 17:24:07 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[(Just because it&#8217;s over doesn&#8217;t mean that&#8217;s all the chapters I&#8217;ve got. ^^)  Sedna ran a finger over the letters engraved on the plaque. &#8220;So&#8230;ph&#8230;inis..a&#8230;Heee&#8230;m&#8230;p&#8230;sal&#8230;Master Finnegan, do you think that&#8217;s how it&#8217;s supposed to be pronounced?&#8221; He turned to his master, who was lying along the waiting bench. His arms were folded across his stomach, [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=ghostpunque.wordpress.com&amp;blog=523824&amp;post=14&amp;subd=ghostpunque&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Chapter 10</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 25 Nov 2006 07:38:56 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Finnegan stared at the auditor&#8217;s door. Under the platinum plaque hung a sign clearly fashioned from the remains of a cardboard box and hastily scribbled with a marker, as if the writer was in great haste to go somewhere. Considering the sign read, &#8220;OUT TO LUNCH&#8221;, they probably were. His iron grip on Sedna&#8217;s neck [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=ghostpunque.wordpress.com&amp;blog=523824&amp;post=13&amp;subd=ghostpunque&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Chapter 9</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 16 Nov 2006 13:25:20 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[ NaNo challenge: Use the quote &#8220;OK, take your phone out of my shirt!&#8221; ***** &#8220;And then she said, &#8220;OK, take your phone out of my shirt!&#8221; K&#8217;nig&#8217;it nodded slowly, a small furrow forming on his forehead. &#8220;And then, what&#8217;d she say?&#8221; &#8220;She left the bakery, and, well, that&#8217;s the end of it.&#8221; &#8220;Hmm, a most [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=ghostpunque.wordpress.com&amp;blog=523824&amp;post=12&amp;subd=ghostpunque&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Chapter 8</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 14 Nov 2006 14:59:44 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[ Sedna lifted the pile of binders from the workstation and carried them to the bookshelves, where they were neatly stacked against more binders. He ran a finger through the side labels to make sure he&#8217;d put them all in alphabetical order. Satisfied, he placed his arms at his waist, beaming from ear to ear. &#8220;Osh!&#8221; [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=ghostpunque.wordpress.com&amp;blog=523824&amp;post=11&amp;subd=ghostpunque&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Chapter 7</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 12 Nov 2006 14:50:56 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The courtyard of the The Vaticanny Place is called just that by those who work there; Call a spade a spade, they said. It is the central area surrounded by the various building and structures that make up The Vaticanny Place, and the easiest way to get from one building to another opposite the courtyard. [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=ghostpunque.wordpress.com&amp;blog=523824&amp;post=10&amp;subd=ghostpunque&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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