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The Fugitive

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Pramoedya Ananta Toer
Pramoedya Ananta Toer

Pramoedya Ananta Toer was a renowned Indonesian author known for his profound insights into colonialism and nationalism. His works extensively covered historical, social, and political issues, profoundly influencing Indonesian literature. more

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