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	<description>Short Fiction by Raven Daegmorgan</description>
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		<title>Eaten</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 10 Mar 2011 18:02:36 +0000</pubDate>
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				<category><![CDATA[Lovecraftian]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[It&#8217;s been aching and eating at him. Feels like there&#8217;s just a hollowness underneath the skin and in the bones. Sitting up, standing, walking, moving his arms&#8230;it&#8217;s all an effort, like dragging lead weights. Most days, he doesn&#8217;t want to get out of bed. Today he does. Like every other day, eventually. Today he goes [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Contact</title>
		<link>http://www.daegmorgan.net/mimir/contac/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 13 Nov 2010 23:48:48 +0000</pubDate>
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				<category><![CDATA[Info]]></category>

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		<title>The Strange Case of Bebary Bee</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 03 Nov 2010 04:26:27 +0000</pubDate>
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				<category><![CDATA[Comedy]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[The strange case of Bebary Bee began with one of the most mundane and innocuous objects: a spoon. Bebary Bee, like most good geeks, had gone to see the Matrix when it came out in the theaters, and like most very confused geeks, believed it revealed an astounding truth to him about the true reality [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Faint Prince</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 03 Nov 2010 04:24:31 +0000</pubDate>
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				<category><![CDATA[Incomplete]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Myth & Fable]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Arumya was a warrior-prince of the great city of Davish, whose fighting legions were known for their discipline and virtue. When he rose to become king, he would lead the armies of Davish as his father led them now. There was but one problem. Prince Arumya fainted at the sight of blood. There was nothing [...]]]></description>
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		<title>What Only Gods May Kill</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Nov 2010 13:31:37 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>greyorm</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Desert Fantasy]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Incomplete]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[I am Trallo, of lost Capathia, last city of the Lun belt, buried now by the sands for twenty storms. I am a free man, not a slave nor organ donor, nor breeder for mutants or food for monsters, for I survived the death of our false god and the horrors of savage desert that [...]]]></description>
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		<title>(&#8230;For You, NaNoWriMo (Be Afraid)&#8230;) Public Display of Shame</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Nov 2010 13:11:57 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>greyorm</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Absurdist]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Public Display of Shame I-V This will not be funny. Oh, it&#8217;s meant to be, but it won&#8217;t be. It will be black and dreadful, full of morose angst and terrible failed attempts at clever wordplay and so forth, like puns that aren&#8217;t because I don&#8217;t really know how to do puns. Except for here [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Misha&#8217;s Rest</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 01 Sep 2010 15:33:49 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>greyorm</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Desert Fantasy]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Misha]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[The dust had been swirling all day in small cyclones that lifted off the barren path outside her hovel, spiraling into the air and adding to the haze cloaking the distant purple mountains. Had the local priest of the shrine been visiting, he would have thought it a bad omen and said the desert spirits [...]]]></description>
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		<title>When Kritha Met Misha</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 04 Oct 2009 01:10:25 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>greyorm</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Desert Fantasy]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[From worlds far across the desert sands they met, the dark girl with pale skin burying something in the ground, burning feathers and sticks that held a stench about them like that of carrion baking under the hot sun, and sooty, gray-white smoke rising up from their ashes to swirl in the breeze like tiny, [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Waking the Dead</title>
		<link>http://www.daegmorgan.net/mimir/waking-the-dead/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 11 Apr 2009 11:25:34 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>greyorm</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Dragonfly & Cricket]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Fantasy]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;We have a problem.&#8221; &#8220;What&#8217;s that?&#8221; &#8220;Ossun&#8217;s gone missing.&#8221; I lifted my head slightly to look out at the span of orange-twilight sky beyond the tent flap, and squinted at the painful light. I was spending too much time sleeping in the tent. It was the damn savanna heat. &#8220;What do you mean? Eaten by [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Cellular Drift</title>
		<link>http://www.daegmorgan.net/mimir/cellular-drift/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 11 Apr 2009 11:57:23 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>greyorm</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Fantasy]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Grabbing the cell phone was a last second decision. He almost walked out the door without it. He had his wallet, shoes, jacket, keys. Just a quick run to the store to pick up some condiments they needed. He never made it home for dinner. He didn&#8217;t hear the futile grind of the brakes against [...]]]></description>
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