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No prince had lived in those wretched hovels, no red-robed bishops, only farmers and laborers whose stories no one had written down, and now they were lost, buried under wild thyme and fast growing spurge.

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