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|Description = The ice-blossom towers of Caution have fallen behind. A bloated forest crowds the banks, shivering avidly. The Mountain fills the sky ahead, shining milk-white, pearl-white, cloud-white. Is it tinged with violet? (Listen.) | |Description = The ice-blossom towers of Caution have fallen behind. A bloated forest crowds the banks, shivering avidly. The Mountain fills the sky ahead, shining milk-white, pearl-white, cloud-white. Is it tinged with violet? (Listen.) | ||
| − | |Unlocked with = {{Unlock|Well | + | |Unlocked with = {{Unlock|Well}} is Almost to the Mountain |
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|Success title = (There'll be nothing left of us, you know) | |Success title = (There'll be nothing left of us, you know) | ||
|Success description = The boat creaks. Its sides are weakening under the river's caress. (This is what the Search will do to us. Leaves. Husks.) | |Success description = The boat creaks. Its sides are weakening under the river's caress. (This is what the Search will do to us. Leaves. Husks.) | ||
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* {{Gain|Well|message=There will be nothing left of us|now=111}} | * {{Gain|Well|message=There will be nothing left of us|now=111}} | ||
