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“What is a whore?" Unsurprisingly, that hadn't been one of the words we had shared over the last span of days. For half a moment I considered lying, but there was no way I could manage it. "He says your mother is a person men pay money to have sex with." Tempi turned back to the mercenary and nodded graciously. "You are very kind. I thank you.”

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The Wise Man's Fear

In 'The Wise Man's Fear,' the reader is taken on a journey through the complexities of human emotion and the quest for self-discovery. The story delves into the psychological and philosophical aspects of fear, while also offering insights into the nature of wisdom and the journey towards personal enlightenment. more

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Patrick Rothfuss
Patrick Rothfuss

Patrick Rothfuss, born on June 6, 1973, is a renowned American writer known for his works in the fantasy genre. His most famous series is 'The Name of the Wind,' which has gained widespread acclaim for its unique narrative style and profound philosophical insights. more

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