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	<title>Northern Heart</title>
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	<description>A serial fantasy novel. Updates Wednesday and Saturday.</description>
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		<title>Chapter XV</title>
		<description><![CDATA[“The second in command, Captain Latris I think it is, dropped by to see the Third Cohort’s captain this afternoon,” Jaret said as the two of them walked towards the pub in the evening.  “Spent a while yelling at Captain Heles, complaining about the latrines.” He glanced over at Jaret as they walked down the [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Chapter XIV</title>
		<description><![CDATA[After the meeting with his new patrol, he shifted his gear from the caravan and spent some time getting his tent set up in the officer’s section of the cavalry cohort billet. The lieutenants’ tents were arrayed in a line along the front of the area, closest to the picket lines for the horses and [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Chapter XIII</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The caravan’s stop at Parm let him get rid of the irritating priest, who said something about joining the temple of Kaisa there, and then they were back on the road. Another couple of weeks passed in relative peace as they rolled across the northern plains to Vallum, and from there up to Banner, the [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Chapter XII</title>
		<description><![CDATA[“You’ll have to hand over your cargo,” the farmer said nervously, standing on the other side of a log studded with wooden stakes that had been drawn across the road. “We won’t let you go any farther, and we could use whatever’s in those wagons.” It seemed the farmer was trying to be polite. He [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Chapter XI</title>
		<description><![CDATA[“Lieutenant!” the Priestess of Anya called to him, walking over to where he was standing with Jaret beside the wagons. He sighed to himself, but tried to hide it from her. It didn’t pay to tick off your only healer. The woman had better eyes than half his scouts, and she wouldn’t stop following him [...]]]></description>
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