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Cibola Burn

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James S.A. Corey

James S.A. Corey is an American science fiction author, best known for his co-authored 'The Expanse' series. This series includes 'Red Mars', 'Green Mars', and 'Blue Mars', which tell the story of human colonization on Mars. more

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