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| rdfs:comment | - From: [[]] A clay mine tunnels towards the river. Injured clay men line its passages, trying to patch their wounds with deposits dug from the walls. [Find the rest of the story at ]
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| Failure description | - A Clay Man who can't work has no use. He is chained and sunk in the river. It's cheaper to import a new one […] The patients here are desperate, but most are beyond help. You can fill cracks, but you can't replace lost hands. Or sculpt new eyes.
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| Success description | - Their broad clay hands - so deft at hauling cargo - fumble at doctor's work. Your tools are a trowel, a brush, a bucket of sodden, freshly-dug clay, and your own fingers. […] restoring sagging loam faces and filling dents in earthy shoulders.[…]
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| Description | - A clay mine tunnels towards the river. Injured clay men line its passages, trying to patch their wounds with deposits dug from the walls.
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| abstract | - From: [[]] A clay mine tunnels towards the river. Injured clay men line its passages, trying to patch their wounds with deposits dug from the walls. [Find the rest of the story at ]
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