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And thus, I clothe my naked villainy With odd old ends stol'n out of holy writ; And seem a saint, when most I play the devil. - Shakespeare's Richard III, Act 1: Scene 3 History is, in its mystery, endless. No matter how much detail we might glean from contemporary accounts or archaeological digs, there will always be shadows beyond the reach of candlelight. Do you ever wonder, on a ruin's precipice, what sadness or joy might have filled its halls in days gone by? What secrets did they ...

