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A Curious Tale of the In-Between

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Lauren DeStefano
Lauren DeStefano

Lauren DeStefano is an American author known for her science fiction novels. Born on October 13, 1984, she graduated from Yale University with a Master of Fine Arts in Literature. Before becoming an author, she worked as an editor and teacher. DeStefano's debut novel, 'Waking God,' was published in 2011 and received widespread acclaim. Her works are celebrated for their unique perspective on the relationship between technology and human ethics. more

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