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The Coming of Conan the Cimmerian

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Robert E. Howard
Robert E. Howard

Robert E. Howard was an American author known for his fantasy and adventure novels. His works are renowned for their imaginative stories and unique characters, with the most famous being the Conan the Barbarian series. Howard's brief life produced a vast amount of short stories, which had a profound impact on the development of fantasy literature. more

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