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“Mutilation is the badge that can never be taken off, and sets us apart from all others. Pain is important to the bonding-a physical horror that bonds us ever tighter to all those who have partaken. The intensity of the experience helps to widen the gulf between us and those who have not shared.”

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Clive Barker
Clive Barker

Clive Barker, born on October 5, 1952, is a renowned fantasy novelist from London, England. His works are known for their unique imagination and profound thematic exploration, with notable titles including 'Cabal' and 'Hellraiser'. Barker's writing style blends elements of horror, fantasy, and literature, making a significant impact on the literary world. more

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