Madness, and then illumination. — Orson Scott Card, Xenocide
Madness, and then illumination. — Orson Scott Card, Xenocide
Madness, and then illumination. — Orson Scott Card, Xenocide
Madness, and then illumination. — Orson Scott Card, Xenocide
Madness, and then illumination. — Orson Scott Card, Xenocide
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Madness, and then illumination.

— Orson Scott Card, Xenocide
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