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| rdfs:comment | - From: [[]] Remaining silent and unseen as you navigate a narrow path over a long drop: it's like being back in the Flit. [Find the rest of the story at ]
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| Failure description | - You don't know the cliff paths like the locals do, and you have to climb more than walk.[…]
The black rocks greet you with empty indifference. If something happened up here, you're too late to see it. Still, the climb was good practice.
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| From Card/Storylet title | - A Procession to the Cliff-top
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| Success description | - […]Finally, they nod in agreement. The circles turns as one to grab one of their number, a man […] with a lamp. They carry him […] to the edge of the cliff and hurl the flailing body over the edge, down into the oily black waves far below.[…]
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| Description | - Remaining silent and unseen as you navigate a narrow path over a long drop: it's like being back in the Flit.
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| Success summary | - You struggle with the climb. The vicar seems more like a shaman with his feathered head-dress and little else clothing. He's arguing with the hooded crowd, who hisses whispers back at him. The above happens , and afterwards they remove their robes and wander amiably back to the Cock and Magpie for a pint. They seem quite jolly about the night's business.
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| abstract | - From: [[]] Remaining silent and unseen as you navigate a narrow path over a long drop: it's like being back in the Flit. [Find the rest of the story at ]
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