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He would look so young. They were both so young. Tessa knew it was unusual to marry at seventeen and eighteen, but they were racing a clock. The clock of Jem's life, before it wound down.
Cassandra Clare
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Cassandra Clare
Age: 51
Born: 1973
Born: July 31
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