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Oh, I'll trust you, the boy told him carelessly. It hardly matters. We are all betrayed sooner or later—all betrayed, or traitors. I see that a flair for the dramatic runs in the blood, Magnus said under his breath.
Cassandra Clare
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Cassandra Clare
Age: 51
Born: 1973
Born: July 31
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When I am in the darkness, I want to think of it in the light, with you. - James Carstairs
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wanting what you could not have led to misery and madness
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