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| rdfs:comment | - From: [[]] One evening, there's a tiny supplicant on the doorstep. He's dragging one leg. He asks to see your Bandit-Chief before fainting theatrically. Fakery or blood loss? Hard to tell. [Find the rest of the story at ] __NOEDITSECTION__
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| Success title | - You had plans for that nourishing broth
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| Success description | - When he comes to, he tells a florid tale of bandit gangs and shifting turf. His followers are scattered, his reputation gone. He is in debt. He blames the Big Rat. Oh, and does anyone mind if he stays here now?
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| Description | - One evening, there's a tiny supplicant on the doorstep. He's dragging one leg. He asks to see your Bandit-Chief before fainting theatrically. Fakery or blood loss? Hard to tell.
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| abstract | - From: [[]] One evening, there's a tiny supplicant on the doorstep. He's dragging one leg. He asks to see your Bandit-Chief before fainting theatrically. Fakery or blood loss? Hard to tell. [Find the rest of the story at ] __NOEDITSECTION__
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