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Night fell clean and cold in Dublin, and wind moaned beyond my room as if a million pipes played the air.
Patricia Cornwell
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Patricia Cornwell
Age: 68
Born: 1956
Born: June 9
Art Collector
Crime Writer
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Miami
Florida
Patricia Carroll Daniels
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