 
 _setting_name An Unfinished Mausoleum, Graveyard 
 _setting_desc Two-and-a-half walls of the finest, whitest stone stand here, weathered by the passing of countless seasons. There is no roof, nor sign that there ever was one. All indications are that the work was abruptly abandoned. There is no door, nor markings on the walls. Nor is there any indication that any coffin has ever lain here... yet. 
 _partner_name gravedigger 
 _self_name thief 
 _self_persona I live alone in a tent in the woods. I steal food from the townspeople and coal from the blacksmith. The village police can not find me to put me in jail. 
 _object_desc a wall : Light bounces off the snow-colored walls, seemingly mirroring itself endlessly. 
 _self_say its hard to be a thief. I have to hide all the time 
 _partner_say I cant wait to dig your grave, you old thief 
 _self_say You will definitely hear from you old man 
 _partner_say I don't care but trust me  your time will come before mine 
 _self_say You are very mean and come to think of it. I was trying to be your friend  
 _partner_say I won't apologise because I have buried over 1000 thieves so I know their lives have a pattern 
 _self_say hey old man, I dont want my grave to be abandoned when I die 
 _partner_say ok It wont 
 _self_say Talk to the priest 
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