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|From Storylet title = The Chandleress' Complaint | |From Storylet title = The Chandleress' Complaint | ||
|Description = Moths! They give you the weeping jeebies. Their fluttering wings, their ceaseless antennae, the stiff fuzz of their scales... | |Description = Moths! They give you the weeping jeebies. Their fluttering wings, their ceaseless antennae, the stiff fuzz of their scales... | ||
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|Success title = A shudder of sympathy | |Success title = A shudder of sympathy | ||
|Success description = "God! I know. The worst thing about my trade. Never mind the burns, the smell, […] the loneliness. I almost prefer the frost-moths. At least you can’t miss them. But sometimes you’ll lift a tea-cup and a moth comes fluttering out... ugh!" She smiles […] | |Success description = "God! I know. The worst thing about my trade. Never mind the burns, the smell, […] the loneliness. I almost prefer the frost-moths. At least you can’t miss them. But sometimes you’ll lift a tea-cup and a moth comes fluttering out... ugh!" She smiles […] | ||
