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“Você pode perguntar: e a realidade? Bem, no que me diz respeito, a realidade pode ir para o quinto dos infernos. Nunca dei muita bola para a realidade, pelo menos no meu trabalho escrito. Na maioria das vezes, ela está para a imaginação como as estacas estão para os vampiros.”

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Nightmares and Dreamscapes

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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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