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rary world for years. No one knew his identity, and yet, his work had an almost cult-like following.

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on authors who had "made it," yet my own half-finished manusc

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sking. Dark gray sweater, black watch, hair slightly tousled like he didn't care en

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unreadable. "Maybe he's just

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