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“Was it still the aftermath of George’s death, the way his parents seemed to ignore him now, so lost in their grief over their younger son that they couldn’t see the simple fact that Bill was still alive, and might be hurting himself?”

Quote by Stephen King

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It

The story revolves around a group of children who face a malevolent entity in their hometown, leading to a gripping narrative of fear and survival. more

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Stephen King
Stephen King

Stephen King, born on September 21, 1947, is a renowned American author. His works primarily focus on horror, fantasy, and science fiction, and have won him a wide audience. King has received numerous literary awards in the United States, including the Edgar Allan Poe Award and the World Fantasy Award. more

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