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| rdfs:label | - Clear the paths of others, then your own
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| rdfs:comment | - From: [[]] Parties of friendly citizens are co-operating to open up the ways of London. Lend your back to help those snared by the oddly odorous stuff. [Find the rest of the story at ] __NOEDITSECTION__
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| Success title | - A burly prelate
- A creaking gate
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| Game Instructions | - This will give you a pail of unusual snow.
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| Success description | - […] you barely realise you're in a graveyard. […] A crypt, actually. An Ancient Tomb-Colonist sticks her head round the door. […] she rasps. "Too kind. Remember you to the Red Bird." She marches out […] A single russet feather drifts in her wake.
- […] Neath-snow varies: this is sticky, ivory in colour, and smells rather tarry. You're staggered by an abrupt clap on the back […] It's the Bishop of Southwark, scourge of Hell! Spade in hand, he bends to work beside you.
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| Description | - Parties of friendly citizens are co-operating to open up the ways of London. Lend your back to help those snared by the oddly odorous stuff.
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| abstract | - From: [[]] Parties of friendly citizens are co-operating to open up the ways of London. Lend your back to help those snared by the oddly odorous stuff. [Find the rest of the story at ] __NOEDITSECTION__
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