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rdfs:comment | - From: [[]] Death does not move. It is impossible to interpret the angle of his head. Respect? Anticipation? Nervousness? It is you who sets up the board. But as you make the first move, he begins to speak.... [Find the rest of the story at ]
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Success title | - The slow burn of acid mystery
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Failure description | - […]from the light of the Mountain into final dissolution. […]
"There is a sea more sunless than even that," he hisses. "Those voices will be drowned. The Lorn-Flukes have made their pact and they will have their tiny joys. The well runs deep.[…]"
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From Card/Storylet title | - Play chess with the Boatman
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Success description | - He enumerates the souls that have passed down this river[…]
"Each time, the extinction of a star that might have been," he hisses. "They would have been luckier if Parabola had rotted their lights. I am one tip of one finger. Everything is owed…"[…]
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Failure summary | - The game concludes. The Boatman rattles with joy. But is that at your loss? Or at the postponement of your victory?
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Description | - Death does not move. It is impossible to interpret the angle of his head. Respect? Anticipation? Nervousness? It is you who sets up the board. But as you make the first move, he begins to speak....
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Success summary | - You win. The Boatman falls silent. Is he piqued? Relieved?
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abstract | - From: [[]] Death does not move. It is impossible to interpret the angle of his head. Respect? Anticipation? Nervousness? It is you who sets up the board. But as you make the first move, he begins to speak.... [Find the rest of the story at ]
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