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“There were lights in the nave but they could do no more than splash pools of gold here and there, they could not illumine the shadows above or the dim unlighted chantries and half-seen tombs. The great pillars soared into darkness and the aisles narrowed to twilight. Candles twinkled in the choir and the high altar with its flowers was ablaze with them, but all the myriad flames were no more than seed pearls embroidered on a dark cloak.”

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The Dean's Watch

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Elizabeth Goudge
Elizabeth Goudge

Elizabeth Goudge was a British author born on April 24, 1900, in Kent, England, and passed away on April 1, 1984. Known for her delicate emotions and rich imagination, her works mainly include historical novels and fantasy novels. Goudge's writing often explores themes of humanity, faith, and morality, which have won her a wide audience. more

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