Editing Remind them of what the city is

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|ID = 262764
|From Storylet title = Drained
|Description = Spoken, it is only a history lesson. ''Sung'', it is a shared identity.
|Game Instructions = This will significantly reduce The City Waning.
|Unlocked with = {{Unlock|Captivating Ballad|1 x}}
|Success title = Courage
|Success description = It takes considerable confidence in one's material to stand on an empty street corner in the cold and [style description]

What sounds thin and silly when it is only you, sounds much better together. [site description]
|Success summary = The second half of the first paragraph with certain {{IL|Hinterland City - The Style of a City|Appearance=City's Style}}, and the second paragraph varies based on the city's {{IL|Hinterland City - Chosen Site|Appearance=Chosen Site}}.
{{Variant table|Condition = Hinterland City - The Style of a City|Condition alias = Style|Effect = First Paragraph|Compact = yes
|Value none = ?
|Value First City<br/>School of Beatrice<br/>Attenuated<br/>True Beatrice = belt out these words. But you are heard, and a crowd gathers, and a chorus joins you.
|Value Bethlehem = belt out these words. The ears on the closest building swivel like a cat's, malevolently attentive. But you are heard, and a crowd gathers, and a chorus joins you.
|Value Porous = belt out these words. The never-ceasing breath of the city draws in sharply when you begin. But you are heard, and a crowd gathers, and a chorus joins you.
|Value Ivory = belt out these words. The avenues are wide and a voice could be echoed until meaning is lost. But you are heard, and a crowd gathers, and a chorus joins you.
|Value Remembered<br/>Celestial<br/>Auroral = belt out these words. The city may be your double, but that doesn't mean it always approves of you, any more than the mirror does.
|Value Nocturnal = belt out these words. belt out these words. The city may be your double, but that doesn't mean it always approves of you, any more than the mirror does. But you are heard, and a crowd gathers, and a chorus joins you.
|Value Bazaarine = And they must be strange words, full of allusions and references, because a Bazaarine city would respond to nothing less. But you are heard, and a crowd gathers, and a chorus joins you.
|Value Mycologene = {{FontFate}}
|Value Terpsichorean = {{FontFate}}
|Value Heliconian = {{FontFate}}
|Value Cartographical = {{FontFate}}
|Value Cenotaphic = begin the dirge. But you are heard, and a crowd gathers, and a chorus joins you.
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{{Variant table|Condition = Hinterland City - Chosen Site|Condition alias = Chosen Site|Effect = Second Paragraph|Compact = yes
|Value Ealing = Even the Rubbery counterpoint doesn't ruin it.
|Value Evenlode = Under the last verse you can hear the keening of the barrows, a desolate wind-tune that only makes the rest of the song jollier: the way a hearthfire is warmest when it rains.
|Value Balmoral = The pipes come in on the last verse, a remembrance of where you are.
|Value Station VIII = Just at the end of the last verse, and perfectly in tune, comes the distant whistle of shift change at Station VIII.
|Value Burrow = In the last verse, a devil picks up the tune with a brassy instrument, and it carries everyone home.
|Value Moulin = An imp comes in over the last verse, in a falsetto both comical and perfectly right.
|Value Marigold = At the end of the last verse, a violin comes in, a wistful heartraising lily-song of Infernal understanding; of what it means to be seen thoroughly without either kindness or condemnation.
}}
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*{{Loss|Captivating Ballad|1 x}}
*{{Loss|The City Waning|-10 CP}}
*{{Gain|Antique Mystery| 4 x}}