Editing Develop the reel you exposed in Hallow's Throat

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|ID = 265617
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|From Storylet title = A Starved Man with a Moving Camera
|Description = Photography – and motion photography doubly so – is an art of delayed gratification.
|Unlocked with = {{Unlock|A Film Reel from Hallow's Throat}}
|Success title = Silver flickers
|Success description = The Starved Man can barely contain his excitement; golden ripples flare over his skin. Fragrant chemicals and a dark room, and waiting. And then – a strip of developed film, little images frozen in time, arrayed in a line. [...]
|Success summary = The third and fourth paragraphs change based on the lens and film emulsion used. 
{{Variant table|Condition = A Kinetocular Lens:|Effect = Third paragraph|Compact = yes
|Value Telescopic = The camera has captured an aerial view of London – a perspective ordinarily only seen by balloonists, New Newgate inmates, and airfarers. It pans and telescopes over the streets […] to show different scenes of life in the city.
|Value Wide-Angle = The camera has captured a view of the small crowd bustling through the Lung, shortly after the arrival of an airship. A group of black-clad smugglers cuts through the frame. But most of the figures in view are the Starved Men themselves […]
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{{Variant table|Condition = A Film Reel from Hallow's Throat|Effect = Fourth paragraph|Compact = yes
|Value Starved Citadel, Peligin =
|Value Starved Citadel, Violant = The camera's eye turns to look at, […], brief moments of connection. You see an oddly warm greeting between a smuggler and a Starved Man. You see two airfarers sharing swigs from a hip flask. You see little copper coins – […] – changing hands.
|Value Starved Citadel, Cosmogone = This scene is cast in a hazy, soft glow that suggests […] a sense of nostalgia. Like an old tintype or a romantic cameo pendant, set to motion. The Starved Men […] glow in the light of the False-Stars. […] those stars are themselves moving in a slow dance.
|Value London Below, Peligin = This vision of the city is made of stark black-on-white shadows and exaggerated angles. There's a vertigo to it […] nothing seems upright; the angles are all wrong. The camera […] lingers on the broken landscape of Spite […] The rats […] The soot […]
|Value London Below, Violant = The Bazaar looms in every view of the city. The image, tinged red, […] like a vast beating heart. […] Telescope in a little further and you can see detail: money changing hands. […] The little lean of a bureaucrat's stage whisper.
|Value London Below, Cosmogone = This vision of the city centres on Veilgarden – and what a vision of Veilgarden it is! Never have the Bohemians looked so fiery and so fey; […] swim in a misty haze of diffuse light […] every expression […] threatens to make the viewer fall in love on the spot.
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*{{Gain|A Film Reel from Hallow's Throat|6 x}}
*{{Gain|Acquaintance: The Chromatophoric Cinematographer|1 x|cap = 3}}

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