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| rdfs:label | - Let them bury their secrets with you 1
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| rdfs:comment | - From: [[]] Some Londoners hide their collected confessions. They whisper the confessions to the stones; to walls, to statues. The rite works - so long as the statue is indeed stone, and not, say, a cleverly disguised individual. [Find the rest of the story at ]
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| Failure title | - The fastest statue in the Neath
- What happened to the spirit of the holiday?
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| Failure description | - You maintain the same aching pose for hours, even when your make-up itches and canny zailors flick coins at your face. But not a single soul approaches you with secrets.
- Your make-up was flawless. Your pose relaxed - comfortable, even. But there was no resisting the urge to sneeze - not even when a burly grandmother is confiding to you how her confidential friend once fed a rat-catcher to a plant.
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| Rare Success description | - Lovers who should have forgotten each other. A woman who desires friendship with Death. A child who sought the Sun and never returned. A man who believed he could never be forgiven.
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| Success description | - A forbidden friendship between a Nought and a Cross. A butler blackmailed by the Duchess' cats, for stealing cream. The hired thug who took one finger too many. The footman who turned around.
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| Description | - Some Londoners hide their collected confessions. They whisper the confessions to the stones; to walls, to statues. The rite works - so long as the statue is indeed stone, and not, say, a cleverly disguised individual.
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| abstract | - From: [[]] Some Londoners hide their collected confessions. They whisper the confessions to the stones; to walls, to statues. The rite works - so long as the statue is indeed stone, and not, say, a cleverly disguised individual. [Find the rest of the story at ]
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