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| rdfs:comment | - From: [[]] ' - of course, I refused him. The Forest of Traitors could hardly be called safe, even at the best of times, and I had an appointment at a honey den.' [Find the rest of the story at ] __NOEDITSECTION__
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| From Card/Storylet title | - Day 71, Hurtling to the Uncaring
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| Success description | - ' […] the lawless nature of the Republic stretches into dreams. I was careful to take only a little[…]. Today, devils were barred […]. I wonder if they dream at all? […] the rose from which prisoner's honey is made saw its origins in Hell.'
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| Description | - ' - of course, I refused him. The Forest of Traitors could hardly be called safe, even at the best of times, and I had an appointment at a honey den.'
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| abstract | - From: [[]] ' - of course, I refused him. The Forest of Traitors could hardly be called safe, even at the best of times, and I had an appointment at a honey den.' [Find the rest of the story at ] __NOEDITSECTION__
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