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rdfs:comment | - 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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From Card/Storylet title | - Attract a Visitor at Hallowmas
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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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Description | - "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?
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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__
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