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“Oh, how he missed his sister. Out of everyone, the legions of the dead, the numberless infinities of souls who had gone before, it was the loss of Ursula that had left him with the sorest heart.”

Quote by Kate Atkinson

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A God in Ruins

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Kate Atkinson
Kate Atkinson

Kate Atkinson is a celebrated British author, recognized for her crime novels and historical fiction. Born in 1951, she has garnered critical acclaim for her intricate plots and compelling characters. Atkinson's writing frequently delves into themes of morality, identity, and the passage of time. more

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