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      <title>Jeffrey Archer Dies at 86: A Tribute to Britain&#39;s Great Storyteller</title>
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      <description>Jeffrey Archer died last night at 86. He sold more than 300 million books, and he never once pretended to be anything other than what he was: a man who wanted you to turn the page.
That sounds like a small ambition. It isn&amp;rsquo;t. Plenty of literary novelists have spent careers trying to hold a reader the way Archer held millions of them on trains, on beaches, in hospital waiting rooms.</description>
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