From: [[]] A confession-shard vanishes into his pocket with alarming alacrity. "What you looking at?" He rubs behind his ear and scuffs his foot in the dirt. "Don't suppose you wants to help?" [Find the rest of the story at ] __NOEDITSECTION__
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| - One lands on a Grubby Urchin
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| - From: [[]] A confession-shard vanishes into his pocket with alarming alacrity. "What you looking at?" He rubs behind his ear and scuffs his foot in the dirt. "Don't suppose you wants to help?" [Find the rest of the story at ] __NOEDITSECTION__
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| Game Instructions
| - This will give you a Grubby Urchin and a Mysterious Confession.
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| - Hallowmas: An Explosion Shakes London!
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| Success description
| - He scrambles up your coat […] able to pluck […] confession-scraps from the air. […] Many are too badly scorched to be readable, but one has survived intact. "Cor," the Grubby Urchin says, as he makes up a bed by your hearth, "Wonder what's in 'em."
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| - A confession-shard vanishes into his pocket with alarming alacrity. "What you looking at?" He rubs behind his ear and scuffs his foot in the dirt. "Don't suppose you wants to help?"
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| - From: [[]] A confession-shard vanishes into his pocket with alarming alacrity. "What you looking at?" He rubs behind his ear and scuffs his foot in the dirt. "Don't suppose you wants to help?" [Find the rest of the story at ] __NOEDITSECTION__
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