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Fleeing a would-be mugger or pick-pocket shadowing you to your lodgings, you impulsively duck through a shabby archway, round a corner and through a battered, ancient wooden gate. Latching the gate behind you, you turn to behold a wondrous walled garden overflowing with beautiful flora and tranquility.
You decide to stay there for some time, and leave with a lighter heart. Gain +1 Starting Wound permanently.

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