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| rdfs:label | - Blacken your mind like paper
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| rdfs:comment | - From: [[]] A kind of meditation has come to you in dreams. Look into the candle's heart. Breathe. Take something you learnt. Make a fist. Open your hand. Listen for the echo. [Find the rest of the story at ]
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| Success title | - Making friends
- A difficult business
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| Failure title | - Learning to forget
- The place that words go
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| Game Instructions | - This will have a savage effect on your Watchful.
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| Failure description | - Your mind is a garden. The hedges smoulder. Less. Less. Gone. You have gained nothing.
- Your mouth is a box. Your lips are a lock. Your tongue is a treasure. Open your mouth and it will be stolen. But seal your mouth and it will wither, wither. You have gained nothing.
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| Success description | - There is wax on the walls. Your clothes are torn. The street growls. Your hands are seared. Your lips are wet. Your eyes burn. There is wax on the walls. More.
- Yes you have forgotten their names. […] neglected their business. No you do not recall their faces. If they laugh at you let them […] you will steal their treasures. You will sculpt them of wax. When the time comes all of you will burn together.
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| Description | - A kind of meditation has come to you in dreams. Look into the candle's heart. Breathe. Take something you learnt. Make a fist. Open your hand. Listen for the echo.
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| abstract | - From: [[]] A kind of meditation has come to you in dreams. Look into the candle's heart. Breathe. Take something you learnt. Make a fist. Open your hand. Listen for the echo. [Find the rest of the story at ]
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