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By Nightfall

In a world where the sun sets and darkness envelops the earth, a young woman named Lysander faces a dangerous quest. As she navigates a society where power is controlled by a select few, she must uncover the truth behind the enigmatic 'Nightfall' and challenge the oppressive regime. Her journey is fraught with peril, as she risks everything to bring light back to a world on the brink of darkness. more

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Michael Cunningham
Michael Cunningham

Michael Cunningham is an American writer renowned for his novel 'The Hours', which won the Pulitzer Prize in 1998. His works often explore themes of identity, memory, and gender. more

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