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He had despised the sorcerer, thinking him one of those mewling souls who forever groaned beneath burdens of their own manufacture.

R. Scott Bakker

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R. Scott Bakker
Age: 57
Born: 1967
Born: February 2
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Richard Scott Bakker
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