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“Look past the headlines, I tell myself. As you’d look past the title and cover of a book, turning to a random page to see what the writing is like, how it flows, as you’ve done in the library of the Church so many times. So many stories fall flat after the first few pages, so many declare themselves to be the ultimate work on a topic, the ultimate experience and treatise only to prove a rambling mess. So many pretty and exciting covers hide dull content and have nothing to do with the quality of the book itself.”

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Book:Of Demons and Witches
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