My Life with Death
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For all my life, I was always working with death. Previously, I negotiated justice for creatures that died out millions of years ago and afterward also for humans - victims of brutal crimes nowadays. But one human I couldn't help. And the person was my mother. I spent all my life searching for the truth about what happened to her and why she had to die, but finally.
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