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			<title>Hail, Caesar! We, who are about to die, salute you...[OPEN]</title>
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			<dc:creator>Elijah Black</dc:creator>
			<description>What a fuckin' nightmare...



But it was only a matter of time. In the end, this was always going to be his fate, his place in the world. It was Sasha's dream, not his. He was just an orphan that wanted a place in the world. He didn't want to get involved, didn't want to be a part of a conflict or struggle. He was passive for everything..almost everything. When he first truly stood up for something, he lost his eye. But in reality, he lost more than a physical piece of himself... He was being  ...</description>
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