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| rdfs:label | - Songs that slide from her throat like a snake. Like a writhing knot of eels...
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| rdfs:comment | - From: [[]] There is a sort of beauty in them. Nothing you'd tap your foot to. If you want to drift into madness, this is a reliable route... [Find the rest of the story at ] __NOEDITSECTION__
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| Success title | - The songs work their way into your dreams
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| From Card/Storylet title | - Ambition: Light Fingers! 18a
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| Success description | - Each night when you sleep, you hear the Fading Music-Hall Singer's voice. You wake sweating, your own throat vibrating with impossible music.
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| Description | - There is a sort of beauty in them. Nothing you'd tap your foot to. If you want to drift into madness, this is a reliable route...
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| abstract | - From: [[]] There is a sort of beauty in them. Nothing you'd tap your foot to. If you want to drift into madness, this is a reliable route... [Find the rest of the story at ] __NOEDITSECTION__
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