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Unwind Unboxed: Unwind; Unstrung: an Unwind Story; Unwholly

This compilation includes 'Unwind,' which follows a boy who is about to be unwound, 'Unstrung,' a prequel that delves into the origins of the unwinding practice, and 'Unwholly,' a novel that continues the story of characters from the first two books. The series is known for its thought-provoking narrative and complex moral dilemmas. more

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Neal Shusterman
Neal Shusterman

Neal Shusterman is an acclaimed American author born on November 12, 1962. Known for his profound themes and imaginative storytelling, his works span across genres such as science fiction, fantasy, and young adult literature. more

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