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Masters of Atlantis

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Charles Portis
Charles Portis

Charles Portis is an American author born on December 28, 1933. Known for his humorous and witty writing style, Portis has won the hearts of readers with his works. His novel 'True Grit' is a classic road novel that showcases his unique narrative style. more

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