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Bread of Wisdom


A guest from outside time visits thirteen people who spent their lives asking one question.

Sinsaimdang, who painted grasshoppers no one would ever see. Laozi, who spent his life pointing at what he could never hold. Socrates, who knew what was right and still could not do it. Job, who cried out from the ashes and heard nothing.

Each of them met a stranger. None of them learned his name.

The fourteenth evening is yours.

ENGLISH
Kindle — https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0H64WXBN3
Paperback — https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0H66CYK7M

日本語
Kindle — https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0H6616ZSR
ペーパーバック — https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0H666L9NC

ESPAÑOL
Kindle — https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0H66871JD
Edición de bolsillo — https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0H661KYH7

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