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The Ballad of Frankie Silver

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Sharyn McCrumb
Sharyn McCrumb

Sharyn McCrumb is an American author renowned for her mystery novels, particularly those set in the Appalachian region of the United States. Born on February 26, 1948, she has written over 30 novels, blending historical fiction and mystery with a focus on Appalachian culture and history. McCrumb's work has been recognized with numerous awards and is celebrated for its complex characters and historical depth. more

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