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| rdfs:comment | - From: [[]] The mountains of rusted metal rival St. Fiacre's in size. They say it took seven years to transport here. [Find the rest of the story at ]
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| LuckChallenge | - the odds are strongly against you here.
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| Failure title | - You and a hill of rusted iron
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| Failure description | - The rusted iron creaks and clinks in the fog. A link from every chain in Hell, so they say.
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| From Card/Storylet title | - The Sights of Wilmot's End
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| Success description | - A flash of fang about a lit pipe. Yellow eyes in the fog. He speaks, 'Soon the chains of London will lie on this pile. Every last one. Some gifts cannot be denied.'
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| Description | - The mountains of rusted metal rival St. Fiacre's in size. They say it took seven years to transport here.
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| abstract | - From: [[]] The mountains of rusted metal rival St. Fiacre's in size. They say it took seven years to transport here. [Find the rest of the story at ]
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