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She's alive, Thomas said, not opening his eyes. What? Will was caught off guard. The one you come back for. Her. Tessa. She's with Sophie.

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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
Back
Sophie
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Thomas
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Tessa

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