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It's not a real name, she says. Not one that he's carried with him always. It's one he wears like his hat. So he can take it off if he wants.

Erin Morgenstern

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Erin Morgenstern
Age: 46
Born: 1978
Born: July 8
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I am already married, she remarks to the empty air, twisting the ring on her right hand that covers an sold, distinctive scar.
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I am haunted by the ghost of my father, I think that should allow me to quote Hamlet as much as I please.
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I wished for her,” he says.
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The finest of pleasures are always the unexpected ones.
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It’s said that All Hallows’ Eve is one of the nights when the veil between the worlds is thin - and whether you believe in such things or not, those roaming spirits probably believe in you, or at least acknowledge your existence, considering that it used to be their own. Even the air feels different on Halloween, autumn-crisp and bright.
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It is likely to make us think we are not caged. We cannot feel the bars unless we push against them.
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I made a wish on this tree years ago, Marco says. What did you wish for? Bailey asks. Marco leans forward and whispers in Bailey's ear. I wished for her.
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Celia laughs and a curl of her hair falls across her cheek. Marco tentatively moves to brush it off her face, but before his fingers reach her, she pushes herself off the ledge, her silver gown a billowing cloud as she falls onto the pile of jewel-toned cushions.
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...the thrill of being surrounded by something wondrous and fantastical, only magnified and focused directly at her. The feel of his skin against hers reverberates across her entire body, though his fingers remain entwined in hers.
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Each of them always gravitating toward the other. Yet still they do not touch.
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I cannot let a place that is so important to so many people fade away. Something that is wonder and comfort and mystery all together that they have nowhere else. If you had that, wouldn't you want to keep it?
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Celia. he says without looking up at her, why do we wind our watch? Because everything requires energy, she recites obediently, eyes still focused on her hand. We must put effort and energy into anything we wish to change.
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Why haven’t you asked me how I do my tricks?” Celia asks, once they have reached the point where she is certain he is not simply being polite about the matter. “Because I do not wish to know,” he says. “I prefer to remain unenlightened, to better remain in the dark.
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