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“If we punished only the crimes we could prove, we would not enjoy the pleasure of dragging our fellow human beings to the scaffold so much as four times a century, and that is the only thing that makes us respected.”

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Betrayal

Betrayal is a narrative that delves into the complexities of human relationships, focusing on the consequences of broken trust and the emotional turmoil it brings. more

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Marquis de Sade
Marquis de Sade

Marquis de Sade, born on June 2, 1740, and died on December 2, 1814, was a prominent French philosopher and writer of the 18th century. He is known for his profound reflections on freedom, morality, and human behavior. more

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