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Paris, 1919: Six Months that Changed the World

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Margaret MacMillan
Margaret MacMillan

Margaret MacMillan is a renowned British historian known for her research on the international relations of the early 20th century. Her works delve into the history of international politics and diplomatic events, particularly focusing on World War I and its aftermath. more

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