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“Un mayor conocimiento fisiológico del cerebro hace que la existencia del alma resulte menos posible y a la vez más probable por la misma naturaleza de la busqueda”

Quote by Stephen King

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The Gunslinger

In this seminal work of the Western genre, the narrative follows a mysterious gunslinger as he navigates a lawless landscape filled with outlaws, monsters, and moral dilemmas. The story is a blend of action, intrigue, and philosophical musings, setting the stage for a rich tapestry of storytelling that has influenced countless Westerns to follow. more

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Stephen King
Stephen King

Stephen King, born on September 21, 1947, is a renowned American author. His works primarily focus on horror, fantasy, and science fiction, and have won him a wide audience. King has received numerous literary awards in the United States, including the Edgar Allan Poe Award and the World Fantasy Award. more

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