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Genghis: Birth of an Empire

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Conn Iggulden
Conn Iggulden

Conn Iggulden is a British historical fiction author, known for his deep understanding and rich imagination of medieval history. His works often use historical events as a backdrop, blending fiction to present vivid historical landscapes to readers. more

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