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Ender’s Game

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Orson Scott Card
Orson Scott Card

Orson Scott Card, born on August 24, 1951, is a renowned science fiction novelist from the United States. His works are known for their profound philosophical insights and rich imagination, with 'Ender's Game' series being particularly famous and influential in the science fiction genre. more

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