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Oh dear, said Jace...I hope that wasn't anything important. It was a sleeping potion, she said angrily, toeing the vial with the tip of a sneaker. And now it's gone. If only Simon were here. He could bore you to sleep.
Cassandra Clare
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Cassandra Clare
Age: 51
Born: 1973
Born: July 31
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Judith Rumelt
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