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“Hundert Meter entfernt tauchte der größte Tintenfisch auf, den Rincewind jemals gesehen hatte, schlug wild mit den Tentakeln und versank wieder in den reißenden Fluten ... Das Ende der Welt rückte näher.”

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The Science of Discworld

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Terry Pratchett
Terry Pratchett

Terry Pratchett was a British author renowned for his fantasy novel series, 'Discworld'. His works are appreciated for their unique humor and profound philosophical insights. Pratchett's contributions to literature extend beyond fantasy, encompassing science fiction, humor, and children's literature. more

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