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rdfs:label	A remembrance in the garden
rdfs:comment	From: [[]] He tuts when he notices your mask. "I should throw you over the wall for bringing that pagan nonsense here." He sighs, and returns his gaze to the iron roses. "But your appearance, Confessor, may be a blessing in disguise." [Find the rest of the story at ] __NOEDITSECTION__
Success title	The roses of the field
From Card/Storylet title	Collect a Confession from the Bishop of Southwark
Success description	[…] "It was 1870. We were in Hell. The Heavy Brigade had just been routed - five of us hid in a field, among burning roses. […] We could have escaped. Should have escaped. But I plucked one of the roses , and - my scars evidence the rest. […]
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Description	He tuts when he notices your mask. "I should throw you over the wall for bringing that pagan nonsense here." He sighs, and returns his gaze to the iron roses. "But your appearance, Confessor, may be a blessing in disguise."
abstract	From: [[]] He tuts when he notices your mask. "I should throw you over the wall for bringing that pagan nonsense here." He sighs, and returns his gaze to the iron roses. "But your appearance, Confessor, may be a blessing in disguise." [Find the rest of the story at ] __NOEDITSECTION__