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| rdfs:label | - The Melancholy Curate and his Enigmatic Sister
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| rdfs:comment | - From: [[]] He broods at an empty table. She circles the room like a mayfly. There is a glass in her hand, but she never drinks. [Find the rest of the story at ] __NOEDITSECTION__
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| Success description | - They approach you separately and arrive together. "You seem very happy," the Curate says. His voice is gruff. […] "I shall pray for you, I suppose." […]
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| Description | - He broods at an empty table. She circles the room like a mayfly. There is a glass in her hand, but she never drinks.
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| abstract | - From: [[]] He broods at an empty table. She circles the room like a mayfly. There is a glass in her hand, but she never drinks. [Find the rest of the story at ] __NOEDITSECTION__
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