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The Story of Patriarchs and Prophets - As Illustrated in the Lives of Holy Men of Old

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Ellen G. White
Ellen G. White

Ellen G. White, born on November 26, 1827, and died on July 16, 1915, was a prominent American author and Christian leader. Her writings have had a profound impact on the Christian world, particularly within the Seventh-day Adventist denomination. more

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