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“I mean thee only good.” “My lord,” said she, “I embrace the comfort of that word. And know that good to me is mine own freedom: not conditions of any man’s choosing.”

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The worm Ouroboros

This book is a philosophical and speculative fiction that delves into the concept of infinity and the cyclical nature of existence. It presents a narrative that intertwines with the mythological Ouroboros, a serpent or dragon eating its own tail, symbolizing the eternal cycle of life and death. more

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E.R. Eddison

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