The Postwar Prophet
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The aforementioned Author hereby grants to OXFORD INDUSTRIAL HOLDING GROUP (ASIA PACIFIC) CO., LIMITED (BRN74685111) all economic property rights, including but not limited to the rights of: reproduction, distribution, rental, exhibition, performance, communication to the public via information network, adaptation, compilation, commercial operation, authorization for third-party use, and rights enforcement.
Such grant is exclusive and irrevocable. The term of such rights shall be 49 years from the date of publication.
To contact author, please email to datatorent@yeah.net
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