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“The demon has a name that is known among men, though it frightens few and draws many, alas! His name is Self, and he is the shadow of your own self. First he made you love him, which was evil, and now he has made you hate him, which is evil also. But if he be cast out and never more enter into your heart, but remain as a servant in your hall, then you will recover from this sickness, and be whole and sound, and will find the varlet serviceable.”

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Book:The Last Castle
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The Last Castle

This book is a gripping tale of survival and the human spirit, set against the backdrop of a desolate castle in an unspecified location. The narrative delves into the psychological and emotional challenges faced by its inhabitants, as they struggle to maintain their sanity and survival in a harsh and unforgiving environment. more

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George MacDonald
George MacDonald

George MacDonald was a 19th-century Scottish author known for his fantasy literature and religious thought. His works had a profound influence on later writers, such as J.R.R. Tolkien and C.S. Lewis. more

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