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“One of my predecessors used to have people torn to death by wild tortoises. It was not a quick death.”

Quote by Terry Pratchett

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Terry Pratchett
Terry Pratchett

Terry Pratchett was a British author renowned for his fantasy novel series, 'Discworld'. His works are appreciated for their unique humor and profound philosophical insights. Pratchett's contributions to literature extend beyond fantasy, encompassing science fiction, humor, and children's literature. more

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