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Light like thin grey soup seeped through the windows. The door opened and Mrs. Dark came in, followed by her sister, who had no head, only the white bone of her spine protruding from her raggedly severed neck.
Cassandra Clare
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Cassandra Clare
Age: 51
Born: 1973
Born: July 31
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