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Ray Bradbury, author of 'Fahrenheit 451,' dies

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FILE - This Nov. 15, 2000 file photo shows science fiction writer Ray Bradbury at the National Book Awards in New York where he was given the Medal for Distinguished Contribution to American Letters. Bradbury, who wrote everything from science-fiction and mystery to humor, died Tuesday, June 5, 2012 in Southern California. He was 91. (AP Photo/Mark Lennihan, file)Ray Bradbury, the science fiction-fantasy master who transformed his childhood dreams and Cold War fears into telepathic Martians, lovesick sea monsters, and, in uncanny detail, the high-tech, book-burning future of "Fahrenheit 451," has died. He was 91.


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