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“The night Phan had died, Sabine thought the tragedy was knowing that Parsifal would die, too, that there was only a limited amount of time. But now Sabine knew the tragedy was living, that there would be years and years to be alone.”

Quote by Ann Patchett

Book:The Magician's Assistant
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The Magician's Assistant

In this captivating novel, the reader is taken on a journey through the enigmatic life of a magician's assistant. The story delves into the complexities of the assistant's relationship with their employer, the magic world, and the personal struggles they face. The narrative weaves together elements of mystery, romance, and self-discovery as the assistant uncovers hidden truths about their own identity and the nature of magic. more

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Ann Patchett
Ann Patchett

Ann Patchett, born on December 2, 1963, is a renowned American author. Her works are known for their profound character development and engaging storytelling, earning her numerous literary awards and the admiration of readers worldwide. more

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