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Cold Mountain: A Novel

Cold Mountain is a poignant and sweeping narrative set against the backdrop of the American Civil War. The story follows the journey of a Confederate soldier, Inman, who deserts the army to reunite with his love, Ada, in the rural mountains of North Carolina. The novel delves into the complexities of love, the harsh realities of war, and the human spirit's resilience in the face of adversity. more

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Charles Frazier
Charles Frazier

Charles Frazier, born on November 4, 1950, is a renowned American novelist. His works are known for their delicate emotional descriptions and profound historical background, with his most notable novel being 'Cold Mountain'. more

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