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“I hated my thoughts. I’d never imagined my brain could so clearly envision my husband’s mouth on another woman, but alas, the mind was a weapon of mass destruction.”

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Disgrace

Set in post-apartheid South Africa, the story delves into the complexities of a nation grappling with its past and present. The protagonist, a university professor, faces personal and moral challenges that reflect the broader societal issues of the time. more

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Brittainy C. Cherry

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