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“You do not need to believe evil, only to use its methods. You will get accustomed to them, until eventually they are not your last choice, but your first. For awhile, you can justify it to yourself, and then eventually you will not bother. You have forgotten what you are fighting for; now winning is the only objective! And the more you win, the more you justify it, until the whole idea of right and wrong disappears and only winning matters.”

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Death in Focus

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Anne Perry
Anne Perry

Anne Perry, born on October 28, 1938, is a renowned British author known for her crime novels. Her works, particularly historical crime novels set in the Victorian era, have gained great popularity among readers. Perry has won numerous awards for her crime novels, including the Golden Dagger Award and the Edward Christie Award. Her novels are praised for their tight plots and detailed historical settings, making her a pioneer in the genre of Victorian-era crime fiction. more

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