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The world is a house of deceit ), she said, drawing a small key from her bosom.
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In the grave there is none. Hovering as we now are, between life and death, with the conquest of the soul over the impulses of the body, we may catch a glimpse of the Unknown. Therefore, let us go down and search for light at the Shrine of Darkness. _Nahhi hatha_.