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The Fairy's dress rustled as she turned. Human women dressed like flowers, layers of petals around a mortal, rotting core.

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Cornelia Funke
Age: 65
Born: 1958
Born: December 10
Author
Illustrator
Screenwriter
Writer
Flower
Layers
Around
Mortals
Women
Fairy
Human
Flowers
Rustled
Humans
Dress
Rotting
Like
Dresses
Petals
Core
Dressed
Turned
Mortal

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