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| rdfs:comment | - From: [[]] For what might be hours, you listen to the beating of your heart. A kind of phantasmagoria comes upon you. Your body is a stranger to you. [Find the rest of the story at ]
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| Failure description | - Sometimes, one listens to the blood in one's veins, and it speaks to one of the disagreeable nature of mortality, of the uncleanliness of flesh, and of the inevitable feast of worms.[…]Sometimes, one badly needs distraction.
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| Success description | - Your body was assaulted, but it remains your castle: your thoughts like watchmen pacing the battlements, your heart like a water-mill. All is well. You heal, you thrive.
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| Description | - For what might be hours, you listen to the beating of your heart. A kind of phantasmagoria comes upon you. Your body is a stranger to you.
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| abstract | - From: [[]] For what might be hours, you listen to the beating of your heart. A kind of phantasmagoria comes upon you. Your body is a stranger to you. [Find the rest of the story at ]
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