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"I am Shruti Patel, and I want to relay this message to you. I used to live in the British city of Birmingham, until the beginning of the year. My daughter Ciara is all I have left from my husband, Dylan. What I remember very well is that we were in the summer of 1980 in Birmingham, the weather was hot, but my body was boiling hotter inside, I was in maddening pain. My heart was throbbing and beating in overlap with the sound of my mind..." "Nothing can heal my wound, that wound will never heal, even after I die I will still be able to feel its pain..." The Birmingham tragedy is not yet over, it seems, as the murderer has disappeared without a trace...
