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Alexandre Dumas
Alexandre Dumas

Alexandre Dumas, a renowned French writer, was born on July 24, 1802, and died on December 5, 1870. He is famous for his historical and adventure novels, with notable works including 'The Three Musketeers' and 'The Count of Monte Cristo'. more

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