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| rdfs:comment | - From: [[]] Fog muffles the heavy tread of policemen in the graveyard. She died on the job, they say, working for the Ministry of Public Decency. Velocipede Squad officers swap sneers with Special Constables in Bazaar-skin black. This could turn nasty. [Find the rest of the story at ]
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| Failure description | - […] the Knuckle-Scarred Inspector says something uncouth about Decency Evaluators. A Special Constable calls the Velocipede Squad 'a gang of dockside hooligans, bent as a nine echo note'. You acquit yourself honourably in the graveside fracas […]
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| Success description | - […] the Knuckle-Scarred Inspector seems about to launch into a tirade against the Ministry. Your coughing and steely glances shame him out of it […] a Decency Evaluator approaches you. […] 'Take her case notes and put them to some good purpose.'
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| Description | - Fog muffles the heavy tread of policemen in the graveyard. She died on the job, they say, working for the Ministry of Public Decency. Velocipede Squad officers swap sneers with Special Constables in Bazaar-skin black. This could turn nasty.
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| abstract | - From: [[]] Fog muffles the heavy tread of policemen in the graveyard. She died on the job, they say, working for the Ministry of Public Decency. Velocipede Squad officers swap sneers with Special Constables in Bazaar-skin black. This could turn nasty. [Find the rest of the story at ]
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