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“I have no fear of the dead. Indeed in my own limited experience I have found them to produce in me a feeling that is quite the opposite of fear. A dead body is much more fascinating than a live one and I have learned that most corpses tell better stories. I’d had the good fortune of seeing several of them in my time.”

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A Red Herring Without Mustard

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Alan Bradley
Alan Bradley

Alan Bradley, born in 1938, is an accomplished writer known for his distinctive style and profound insights into human nature. His works are characterized by their blend of historical background and crime elements, which have won him a wide audience. more

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