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rdfs:comment | - From: [[]] She's feeding the fish in the still, deep pond near the moaning monolith. A traditionalist. Alone, now. [Find the rest of the story at ] __NOEDITSECTION__
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From Card/Storylet title | - Another contact in the fog
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Success description | - She upends the bag of breadcrumbs into the water and holsters her revolver. Black waters show no reflection. She says, 'So, you've come. We have to talk about Paris.'
Paris. It's always Paris.
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Description | - She's feeding the fish in the still, deep pond near the moaning monolith. A traditionalist. Alone, now.
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abstract | - From: [[]] She's feeding the fish in the still, deep pond near the moaning monolith. A traditionalist. Alone, now. [Find the rest of the story at ] __NOEDITSECTION__
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