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When Jace opened the greenhouse door, the scent hit Clary, soft as the padded blow of a cat's paw.

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Cassandra Clare
Age: 51
Born: 1973
Born: July 31
Author
Film Producer
Journalist
Novelist
Screenwriter
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Teheran
Judith Rumelt
Doors
Clary
Jace
Scent
Opened
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Padded
Cat
Greenhouses
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Greenhouse
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