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The Queen's Gambit

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Walter Tevis
Walter Tevis

Walter Tevis was an American novelist renowned for his contributions to the genres of sports and science fiction. His novel 'The Man Who Fell to Earth' is a seminal work that delves into themes of alienation and human nature. Born on February 28, 1928, in Richmond, Kentucky, Tevis passed away on August 8, 1984. more

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