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| rdfs:comment | - From: [[]] Tonight, the mists have risen from the river. The world beneath your window is a wretched grey absence. (…) You find yourself playing with a jewelled lens. You have a inexplicable desire to witness the fibres of food beneath magnification. [Find the rest of the story at ] __NOEDITSECTION__
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| From Card/Storylet title | - The Tower of Sun and Moon: a Reservation at the Royal Bethlehem Hotel
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| Success description | - You start up: and the doctor leaning over you withdraws. "You were dead!" he says accusingly. Who are all these people? […] The Lens is gone! …ç there were diamonds in it. For a fleeting second, that seems important, but the thought unravels.
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| Description | - Tonight, the mists have risen from the river. The world beneath your window is a wretched grey absence. You find yourself playing with a jewelled lens. You have a inexplicable desire to witness the fibres of food beneath magnification.
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| abstract | - From: [[]] Tonight, the mists have risen from the river. The world beneath your window is a wretched grey absence. (…) You find yourself playing with a jewelled lens. You have a inexplicable desire to witness the fibres of food beneath magnification. [Find the rest of the story at ] __NOEDITSECTION__
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