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“I watched her on the stand in that unfamiliar suit and thought of the soft hairs at the back of her neck, warm and smelling of the sun, and it seemed an impossible thing to me, it seemed the vastest and saddest miracle of my life: I touched her hair, once.”

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Book:In the Woods
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In the Woods

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Tana French
Tana French

Tana French is an Irish crime novel author known for her distinctive narrative style and deep psychological insights. Her works, often set in Dublin, blend elements of suspense, crime, and psychological analysis, and have gained widespread popularity among readers. more

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