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| rdfs:comment | - From: [[]] A vine hangs overhead, one heavy branch dangling bunches of crimson grapes in front of you. The bloom lies soft on them, like dust on rubies. [Find the rest of the story at ] __NOEDITSECTION__
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| Success description | - The grapes with a winey, fragrant sweetness.
You bite down on something hard. A seed. You make to spit it out, but it grows in your mouth, swelling up until you are choking. You scrabble at your throat until everything goes mercifully black.
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| Description | - A vine hangs overhead, one heavy branch dangling bunches of crimson grapes in front of you. The bloom lies soft on them, like dust on rubies.
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| abstract | - From: [[]] A vine hangs overhead, one heavy branch dangling bunches of crimson grapes in front of you. The bloom lies soft on them, like dust on rubies. [Find the rest of the story at ] __NOEDITSECTION__
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