I pose this question to all of us here and invite all comments and thoughts: Do we write crime novels, craft exquisite villains and then kill them off as a way of exorcising our own psychological demons? And if this is true and we're subconsciously (or consciously) drawing on our own lives, paths, and pain, is there really any such thing as fiction??
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