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  • Burn your promises
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  • From: [[]] "Each thing becomes its opposite." Reject what you were - write your promises on paper and burn them in the grate. No-one will know. Will they? [Find the rest of the story at ] __NOEDITSECTION__
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  • 11
Success title
  • Whispers of anticipation
From Card/Storylet title
  • Attract a Visitor at Hallowmas
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  • ~26–50, 2
Success description
  • Shapes stand round your bed while you sleep. "This one is a traitor," says one. "No: a herald!" another replies. In the morning, you find a message scrawled on the grate in charcoal: an obscenity in an alphabet of Hell.
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  • "Each thing becomes its opposite." Reject what you were - write your promises on paper and burn them in the grate. No-one will know. Will they?
abstract
  • From: [[]] "Each thing becomes its opposite." Reject what you were - write your promises on paper and burn them in the grate. No-one will know. Will they? [Find the rest of the story at ] __NOEDITSECTION__