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“Όλοι μας καταλήγουμε στον άλλο κόσμο, ανώριμοι, θυμωμένοι, σαστισμένοι ή έξαλλοι και αδαείς.”

Quote by Hilary Mantel

Book:Beyond Black
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Beyond Black

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Hilary Mantel
Hilary Mantel

British author Hilary Mantel is renowned for her historical novels, particularly for her Thomas Cromwell series, which has earned her international acclaim. Mantel's works are celebrated for their profound insights and literary achievements. more

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