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“They enter, locking themselves in, descend the rugged steps, and are down in the Crypt. The lantern is not wanted, for the moonlight strikes in at the groined windows, bare of glass, the broken frames for which cast patterns on the ground. The heavy pillars which support the roof engender masses of black shade, but between them there are lanes of light.”

Quote by Charles Dickens

Book:The Mystery of Edwin Drood

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The Mystery of Edwin Drood

Charles Dickens' final novel, The Mystery of Edwin Drood, is a complex and enigmatic work that explores themes of intrigue, romance, and moral ambiguity. The story revolves around the mysterious disappearance of the titular character, Edwin Drood, and the subsequent investigation into his fate. Despite its unfinished state, the novel has captivated readers with its intricate plot and richly developed characters. more

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Charles Dickens

Charles Dickens, a British writer born on February 7, 1812, and died on June 9, 1870, is one of the greatest novelists of the 19th century. Known for his profound social criticism and vivid narrative style, Dickens' works extensively cover social reality, revealing various issues in the British society of the time. more

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Source: Dickens' Christmas Spirits: A Christmas Carol and Other Tales

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