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Aug. 31st, 2016 | 09:45 pm

Life was over with him, for its hopes and for its trials. Or at most one trial awaited him, which was - to fight with a painful malady, and fighting to die. He still had his dying to do: he was in arrear as to that: all else was finished.

(c) Confessions of an English Opium-Eater
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