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| rdfs:label | - Retrieve and sell a confession from a year gone by
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| rdfs:comment | - From: Confessions at the Feast of Masks A stammering urchin calls to you from a window ledge. He wants to buy old confessions from years' passed. "Even a s-s-secret cons-s-signed to the Bazaar can be dug up," he whispers. "Nothing is s-s-sacred." [Find the rest of the story at ] __NOEDITSECTION__
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| From Card/Storylet title | - Confessions at the Feast of Masks
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| Success description | - You lead him to the place where you hid your acquaintance's confession, long ago. Some secrets age as admirably as mushroom wine and revenge. This, it seems, is one of them. "S-s-still fresh," the urchin says. Your payment is generous.
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| Description | - A stammering urchin calls to you from a window ledge. He wants to buy old confessions from years' passed. "Even a s-s-secret cons-s-signed to the Bazaar can be dug up," he whispers. "Nothing is s-s-sacred."
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| Friend Accept description | - [Friend] has betrayed the faith they once kept. The details of your old confession races across London!
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| Accept description | - [Friend]'s confession is the subject of tea-room chatter and public mockery. Old errors are not forgotten, it seems.
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| abstract | - From: Confessions at the Feast of Masks A stammering urchin calls to you from a window ledge. He wants to buy old confessions from years' passed. "Even a s-s-secret cons-s-signed to the Bazaar can be dug up," he whispers. "Nothing is s-s-sacred." [Find the rest of the story at ] __NOEDITSECTION__
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