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| rdfs:label | - Perhaps you can remember something useful
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| rdfs:comment | - From: [[]] You tumble from your sweat-soaked bed. Where's that notebook? [Find the rest of the story at ]
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| Failure description | - The space between the sigils of the Correspondence is the space between stars. Silence is a sucking void. When they find you, they find you by your screams. Your throat is raw.
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| Rare Success description | - You've barely sat down when your mind is illuminated. Quite literally: light streams from your eyes, and you clutch at your smoking hair. But figuratively, too. Something slots into place. You didn't even touch your plaques.
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| Success description | - […] The Correspondence was never meant for the children of earth. Down here in the darkness it's a little safer, but it still smells like suns. You force away the headaches, […] have a handy student cart away the bubbling tub of corrupted lead.
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| Description | - You tumble from your sweat-soaked bed. Where's that notebook?
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| abstract | - From: [[]] You tumble from your sweat-soaked bed. Where's that notebook? [Find the rest of the story at ]
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