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| rdfs:label | - What is he talking about?
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| rdfs:comment | - From: [[]] The Topsy King pokes a finger at your face. He growls, 'Larther goden, ire walkskies verio grie. Speld valish powb grie?' [Find the rest of the story at ]
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| Failure title | - A moment of unwanted clarity
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| Failure description | - Aha! That's what he means. He's talking about the blood of the stars and the swarming frozen blackness between the... AARGH!
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| From Card/Storylet title | - The Topsy King would like a Word
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| Success description | - After a few repetitions […], you've got the message. Your opponent has killed a Raggedy Man, and the Topsy King is willing to help your cause, as long as you keep things out of the Flit for a little while.
You nod agreement[…]
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| Success Instructions | - You could consider matters further at your lodgings.
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| Description | - The Topsy King pokes a finger at your face. He growls, 'Larther goden, ire walkskies verio grie. Speld valish powb grie?'
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| abstract | - From: [[]] The Topsy King pokes a finger at your face. He growls, 'Larther goden, ire walkskies verio grie. Speld valish powb grie?' [Find the rest of the story at ]
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