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Quite suddenly Meggie felt fear rise in her like black brackish water, she felt lost, terribly lost, she felt it in every part of her. She didn't belong here! What had she done?

Cornelia Funke

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Cornelia Funke
Age: 66
Born: 1958
Born: December 10
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