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    <title>Gather: Articles by Carson C.</title>
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    <pubDate>Sun, 03 Jan 2010 13:50:01 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>The Assassin's Hour (Part 1)</title>
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      <description>The Assassin’s Hour 
   
 The Bloody Skull was at it again. Merle was crouched behind a looming black marble gargoyle, clothed in black, loose-fitting garments. Deep in the folds of his cloak . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 10 Aug 2009 01:12:49 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Carson C.</dc:creator>
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      <title>The Assassin's Hour Part 2 and end</title>
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      <description>Merle remembered little of his fevered state as he tossed about in delirium. At times he saw strange, distorted creatures flit across his vision. Pain permanently stationed itself in his insides as he . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 12 Mar 2009 16:52:52 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Carson C.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-03-12T16:52:52Z</dc:date>
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      <title>As The Heart Festers Part 4</title>
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      <description>Mari felt her blood run cold, and there was a painful prickling sensation on the back of her neck. “How?” she whispered, terrified, not sure she even wanted to know. Claw looked at her, then made . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 20 Jan 2009 16:14:04 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Carson C.</dc:creator>
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      <title>As The Heart Festers Part 3</title>
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         When Claw refused to show at school, Mari felt a sinking feeling in her chest. Through the bond they'd built up during the past month, she knew there was something wrong. . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 15 Aug 2008 04:40:55 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Carson C.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-08-15T04:40:55Z</dc:date>
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      <title>As the Heart Festers Part 2</title>
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  She jerked her hand back out of his grip, horrified. &amp;quot;What?!&amp;quot; His face hardened, and he turned away from her, his fist crashing into the brick wall, splitting his knuckles.  

  &amp;quot;Don't . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 05 Aug 2008 23:57:28 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Carson C.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-08-05T23:57:28Z</dc:date>
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      <title>The Assassin's Hour (Part 2 and end)</title>
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      <description>Merle remembered little of his fevered state as he tossed about in delirium. At times he saw strange, distorted creatures flit across his vision. Pain permanently stationed itself in his insides as he . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 05 Aug 2008 23:33:48 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Carson C.</dc:creator>
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      <title>As the Heart Festers (Part 1)</title>
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   As the Heart Festers   

   

   Faceless in the dying dark   

   He stands,   

   Ready to pierce   

   His iron blade through   

   To your heart.   

   

   You cannot hide. . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 22 Jul 2008 02:01:19 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Carson C.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-07-22T02:01:19Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Life of Stone</title>
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      <pubDate>Tue, 22 Jul 2008 01:58:57 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Carson C.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-07-22T01:58:57Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Break Me</title>
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  Break Me  

  He slumps against the bars lining the cell. His lank hair brushes his forehead and the welts on his back sting mercilessly. But he cannot feel it. He lies down on the cold stone . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 22 Jul 2008 01:56:22 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Carson C.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-07-22T01:56:22Z</dc:date>
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      <title>The Assassin's Hour (Part 1)</title>
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      <description>  

 The Assassin's Hour 

 The Bloody Skull was at it again. Merle was crouched behind a looming black marble gargoyle, clothed in black, loose-fitting garments. Deep in the folds of his cloak . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 22 Jul 2008 01:53:03 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Carson C.</dc:creator>
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