There's a pleasure being mad that only the madman knows. — Elly Griffiths, The House at Sea's End
There's a pleasure being mad that only the madman knows. — Elly Griffiths, The House at Sea's End
There's a pleasure being mad that only the madman knows. — Elly Griffiths, The House at Sea's End
There's a pleasure being mad that only the madman knows. — Elly Griffiths, The House at Sea's End
There's a pleasure being mad that only the madman knows. — Elly Griffiths, The House at Sea's End
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There's a pleasure being mad that only the madman knows.

— Elly Griffiths, The House at Sea's End
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