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| rdfs:comment | - From: [[]] Now, if I were a grave filled with illicit goods transported at night out of the sight of the Constables, which grave would I be? [Find the rest of the story at ]
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| Success title | - Eliza Trove, beloved mother? That was foolish of them.
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| Failure title | - Harsh whispers among ancient stones
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| Failure description | - You pick out what you think is the right grave, and wait for the dead of night […] When you arrive, there [is] an argument in progress. A she-devil is spitting insults at three Unterzee zailors and it seems weapons are about to be drawn […]
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| Success description | - It takes a few days of careful observation and an hour’s furtive, frantic spadework to uncover the smuggler's cache […] you can’t help but wonder why this particular commodity is coming in across the Unterzee.
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| Description | - Now, if I were a grave filled with illicit goods transported at night out of the sight of the Constables, which grave would I be?
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| abstract | - From: [[]] Now, if I were a grave filled with illicit goods transported at night out of the sight of the Constables, which grave would I be? [Find the rest of the story at ]
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