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How many lost souls do You need, Lord, to satisfy Your hunger? the hatter asked. God, in His infinite silence, looked at him without blinking.

Carlos Ruiz Zafon

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Carlos Ruiz Zafon
Age: 55 †
Born: 1964
Born: September 25
Died: 2020
Died: June 19
Novelist
Publicist
Screenwriter
Barcelona
Spain
Carlos Ruiz Zafon
Many
Looked
Needs
Asked
Silence
Hatter
Lord
Blinking
Lost
Satisfy
Soul
Souls
Without
Hunger
Need
Infinite

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