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What other dungeon is so dark as one's own heart! What jailer so inexorable as one's self!
What other dungeon is so dark as one's own heart! What jailer so inexorable as one's self!
What other dungeon is so dark as one's own heart! What jailer so inexorable as one's self!
What other dungeon is so dark as one's own heart! What jailer so inexorable as one's self!
What other dungeon is so dark as one's own heart! What jailer so inexorable as one's self!
What other dungeon is so dark as one's own heart! What jailer so inexorable as one's self!
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