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		<title>No Escape</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 05 Jun 2010 23:26:21 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The baker’s eyes narrowed as he examined the stranger in the flickering candle-light. It was almost five o’clock, closing time, and this man would be the last customer of the day. He had an average build and height, but wore a hooded cloak which cast a shadow across his face. He also wore an eye-patch over his left eye, which made the baker nervous. “Your change, sir.” The baker slid three coins across the counter, his eyes still locked on the stranger. The other man nodded, and took the loaf in one hand. With the other, he slid the coins into his pouch. “Thank you,&#8221; he muttered, and left the counter without another word. The baker pursed his lips, and watched as the stranger walked back out, into the cold evening air. Outside, the man buttoned his coat, and tucked the bread beneath his cloak. He walked in the shadows, avoiding the gaslights where possible, and increasing his stride where not. As he walked, he held his belt, and felt the weight of his money pouch. It had lost half its burden since he had set out three weeks ago. Since he had escaped. Soon, the man left the glow [...]]]></description>
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