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M. Melmoth's Duel
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An Interactive Fiction
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Release 1 / Serial number 160428 / Inform 7 v10.2.0 / D
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Saint-Germain-des-Prés
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Haunt of artists, of the coffee-drinking sort, and of cafés, of the artist-haunted sort, you once again find yourself outside M. Melmoth's hotel. Today crowds of vulgar children play chase around the lampposts, and you long to be indoors.
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>(Testing.)
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>[1] in
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Hôtel d'Alsace
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Typical. Oscar writes you a letter announcing his own imminent demise - "My wallpaper and I are fighting a duel to the death. One or other of us has got to go." - and then you get there and he's out, no doubt procuring paint the colour of absinthe, if he isn't procuring the painter.
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In this light, the wallpaper has a distinctly darkish purple wash. You particularly dislike purple.
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>[2] out
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You leave, shaking your head. But within twenty-four hours, you are back, as you always knew you would be.
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>[3] look
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Saint-Germain-des-Prés
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Haunt of artists, of the coffee-drinking sort, and of cafés, of the artist-haunted sort, you once again find yourself outside M. Melmoth's hotel. Today the recently-fallen rain runs down the gutters of the 6th, and you long to be indoors.
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>[4] in
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Hôtel d'Alsace
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Typical. Oscar writes you a letter announcing his own imminent demise - "My wallpaper and I are fighting a duel to the death. One or other of us has got to go." - and then you get there and he's out, no doubt procuring paint the colour of absinthe, if he isn't procuring the painter.
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In this light, the wallpaper has a distinctly aquamarine wash.
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>[5] out
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You leave, shaking your head. But within twenty-four hours, you are back, as you always knew you would be.
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>[6] look
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Saint-Germain-des-Prés
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Haunt of artists, of the coffee-drinking sort, and of cafés, of the artist-haunted sort, you once again find yourself outside M. Melmoth's hotel. Today crowds of vulgar children play chase around the lampposts, and you long to be indoors.
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>Are you sure you want to quit? |