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Ten Thousand Light-Years from Home

This novel delves into the mysteries of extraterrestrial existence and the challenges of navigating the vastness of space. more

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James Tiptree Jr.
James Tiptree Jr.

James Tiptree Jr., whose real name was Alfred Bester, was an American science fiction author. His works are known for their profound philosophical insights and unique narrative style, which have had a profound impact on the science fiction genre. more

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