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| rdfs:comment | - From: [[]] You think it was a 'him'. It was dark, but one might guess he didn't want a mirror out of vanity. [Find the rest of the story at ]
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| Success title | - An alarming turn of events
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| Failure description | - […]You cannot find the fifth lock again. You hear music: irregular drum beats and some sort of high trumpet. You don't see the source of it, but moving towards the sound brings you back to the newer parts of the cellars and you escape intact.
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| From Card/Storylet title | - The cellars and the mirror
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| Success description | - […]
There is a flare of amber light that somehow illuminates everything around you[…]You glimpse a hunched, gigantic shape[…]- human, but something about the shape of the head -
The light fades.[…]Then the cellar is dark[…]What have you done?
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| Description | - You think it was a 'him'. It was dark, but one might guess he didn't want a mirror out of vanity.
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| Success summary | - Does this place rearrange itself?
As you finally find the door again, you slide the mirror under it.
After the light fades there is a puff of warm air and the scent of rotting vegetation before it's dark again.
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| abstract | - From: [[]] You think it was a 'him'. It was dark, but one might guess he didn't want a mirror out of vanity. [Find the rest of the story at ]
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