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The Count of Monte Cristo

This classic novel follows Edmond Dantès, a young sailor unjustly imprisoned for a crime he did not commit. After his release, he discovers a hidden treasure on the island of Monte Cristo and uses his newfound wealth to exact revenge on those who betrayed him. more

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Alexandre Dumas
Alexandre Dumas

Alexandre Dumas, a renowned French writer, was born on July 24, 1802, and died on December 5, 1870. He is famous for his historical and adventure novels, with notable works including 'The Three Musketeers' and 'The Count of Monte Cristo'. more

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