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  "text": "~ start a1f2793e-c09a-4764-9f10-624228b37d46\nif is_quest_accepted\n\tNarrator: *The corridor isn't going anywhere and neither is the light. What you're carrying has to go west (location 6,13).* [#end]\nelse\n\tNarrator: *You stand in the corridor a while longer with the bundle under your arm.*\n\t\t*The generator holds its note. The strip light holds its dim. Nothing else down here is going to explain itself to you.*\n\tNarrator: *You can't read a word of it. Wren can.*\n\t\t*Her camp is a long way west of this rock (location 6,13).*\n\tNarrator: [#quest_info=c9011325-b384-433b-802c-b3f566d9c8ae]\n\tif is_quest_accepted:\n\t\tNarrator: [quest: accepted] [#end]\n\t\t\t*You leave the engine running. It seems wrong to shut it off after somebody kept it ready that long.*\n\telse:\n\t\tNarrator: [quest: declined] [#end]\n\t\t\t*The bundle goes into your pack regardless. You're not leaving it down there.*\n=> END\n\n~ start bedbea7a-10ae-48f9-8748-c62e18410763\nif is_quest_accepted\n\tif are_quest_requirements_met\n\t\tWren: *She's on her feet before you're past the camp line, and she's looking at what's under your arm, not at you.*\n\t\t\tThat's from inside. That's from inside, isn't it.\n\t\tWren: *She gets the crate onto the table and starts lifting things out of it. The notebooks come first. She reads the way people read when they aren't really reading yet - covers, dates, back pages.* [#complete_quest]\n\t\t\tEleven. Sequential. Ten years of primary record and it's all one hand.\n\t\t\t*Her voice is doing something it doesn't usually do.*\n\t\tWren: *The photograph is in with the charts. She takes it by the corner and holds it flat, the way you hold something you don't want to mark.*\n\t\t\tSecond from the left. That's my grandfather.\n\t\t\t*Then she stops talking for a while.*\n\t\tWren: *When she starts again, it's quieter.*\n\t\t\tThat's him old. That's him the way I remember him - the face he had when I was small enough to sit on his lap.\n\t\tWren: *Her voice goes careful.*\n\t\t\tHe's missing his left eye.\n\t\t\t*She turns the photograph to the lamp. Then away from it. Then back.*\n\t\tWren: I knew him until I was nine. I have his hands memorised.\n\t\t\tHe had both eyes in every year I can remember, and he had both eyes when they buried him, I was th-\n\t\t\t*She doesn't finish it.*\n\t\t- It could be a bad print\n\t\t\tWren: *She doesn't look up.*\n\t\t\t\tIt isn't the print. There's scar tissue. You can follow the line of it into the eyebrow.\n\t\t- Someone who looked like him\n\t\t\tWren: *A sound that starts out as a laugh and doesn't finish.*\n\t\t\t\tI know that face better than I know yours.\n\t\tWren: *She sets the photograph face down on the table and puts her hand flat on top of it, and leaves it there.*\n\t\t\tLeave the rest with me.\n\t\t\t*A pause that runs slightly too long.*\n\t\t\tPlease.\n\t\tWren: *Her hand hasn't moved.* [#end]\n\t\t\tCome back in a few days. I'll have something for you by then.\n\t\t\t*She doesn't sound like she believes it.*\n\telse\n\t\tWren: *She looks up, and keeps looking past you at the road.* [#end]\n\t\t\tYou went down there. What was in it?\n\t\t\t*A pause.*\n\t\t\tBring me all of it. Notes, tape, anything with writing on it. I don't care what it weighs.\nelse\n\tWren: *She's at her table with the survey map still weighted at the corners, working the same three points she worked last week.* [#end]\n\t\tAny word from the east range?\n\t\t*She's asking about the coordinates. Not about you.*\n=> END\n"
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