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rdfs:comment | - From: [[]] The manufacturing process is a closely guarded secret, although rumour places a vital spring in the Forgotten Quarter. What's certain is that drinking it will do you no end of no good. [Find the rest of the story at ]
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From Storylet title | - A curious tactic - OblivionA curious tactic
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Failure description | - Face-down. Head fuzzy. What's that in your hand? Whose face did you see at the window? Is it a message? Will you ever be what you were?
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Rare Success description | - You almost remember! When the Bazaar took refuge - the opposite of the Mountain - the grand-daughter's rage - the Sun's oblivion - what - what - Nothing remains. Nothing but this smooth bone.
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Success description | - Green light. Roses like eyes. A wind out of nowhere. How long did you stand there? What did you see, between the trees-that-were-black and the trees-that-were-not? You open your hand and something is gone like the end of sleep.
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Description | - The manufacturing process is a closely guarded secret, although rumour places a vital spring in the Forgotten Quarter. What's certain is that drinking it will do you no end of no good.
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abstract | - From: [[]] The manufacturing process is a closely guarded secret, although rumour places a vital spring in the Forgotten Quarter. What's certain is that drinking it will do you no end of no good. [Find the rest of the story at ]
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