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William Styron, whose Holocaust novel Sophie's Choice became a film and an opera, has died, aged 81...

The judge who put coded messages in his Da Vinci Code plagiarism trial ruling has written another...

The judge who put coded messages in his Da Vinci Code plagiarism trial ruling has written another...

William Styron, whose Holocaust novel Sophie's Choice became a film and an opera, has died, aged 81...

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