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| rdfs:comment | - From: [[]] A crowd of Londoners faces the Bazaar, exulting, weeping […]. One is selling hastily assembled golden ribbons. A Yelping Patriot claims it's a French trick. As the light begins to dim, a priest falls to his knees, imploring it to return. [Find the rest of the story at ] __NOEDITSECTION__
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| From Card/Storylet title | - ...a fading wash of sunlight?
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| Success description | - "These are my children and this is my light.[…]my words in the merciful night. This is the Sun whose commands run below, and the Feast of it all is the way we must go. The One who denied is love's enemy but the enemy, love, is the last we shall see."
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| Description | - A crowd of Londoners faces the Bazaar, exulting, weeping […]. One is selling hastily assembled golden ribbons. A Yelping Patriot claims it's a French trick. As the light begins to dim, a priest falls to his knees, imploring it to return.
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| abstract | - From: [[]] A crowd of Londoners faces the Bazaar, exulting, weeping […]. One is selling hastily assembled golden ribbons. A Yelping Patriot claims it's a French trick. As the light begins to dim, a priest falls to his knees, imploring it to return. [Find the rest of the story at ] __NOEDITSECTION__
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