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The Expendable Man

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Dorothy B. Hughes
Dorothy B. Hughes

Dorothy B. Hughes was a prominent crime writer whose distinctive style and complex characters left a lasting impact on the genre. Born on August 10, 1904, Hughes' career was marked by her innovative approach to storytelling and her deep psychological insights into her characters. She passed away on May 6, 1993, but her legacy of influential crime fiction endures. more

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