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She was no closer to determining who might want her dead. There were just too many possibilities.

Gail Carriger

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Gail Carriger
Age: 48
Born: 1976
Born: May 4
Archaeologist
Novelist
Science Fiction Writer
Writer
Bolinas
California
Possibilities
Closer
Possibility
Dead
Might
Many
Determining

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