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| rdfs:comment | - From: [[]] If you weren't here to save Clarabelle's life, you'd be busy packing glim into your pockets. The camp is covered in the stuff. Dr. Vaughan barely looks at you. [Find the rest of the story at ]
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| Success title | - Perhaps not what you wanted to hear
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| Failure title | - Your throat is very clear indeed
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| Failure description | - Dr. Vaughan continues to abuse the glim-chunk with her pliers. She fails to acknowledge your presence, or even offer you tea. Is it any wonder that she was forced to flee from Clay agents, with these manners? And what is that tune that she's humming?
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| From Card/Storylet title | - Ambition: Light Fingers! - Meeting Doctor Vaughan
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| Success description | - '[…] So, what's dragged your carcass into the uncharted interior, then?'
You explain Clarabelle's state. She […] makes for your ship […]
Dr. Vaughan examines Clarabelle in private […] '[…] She will probably die.'
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| Description | - If you weren't here to save Clarabelle's life, you'd be busy packing glim into your pockets. The camp is covered in the stuff. Dr. Vaughan barely looks at you.
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| Success summary | - Dr. Vaughan ignores you for some grey ooze coming from the glim on the island. When she realize's you're human, you tell her about Clarabelle. Dr. Vaughan runs to your ship and examines Clarabelle, only to tell you that her pregnancy will kill her.
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| abstract | - From: [[]] If you weren't here to save Clarabelle's life, you'd be busy packing glim into your pockets. The camp is covered in the stuff. Dr. Vaughan barely looks at you. [Find the rest of the story at ]
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