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I suppose you could call me...Soot, said the thing. Yes...Soot. I have breathed it, lived in it, and eaten it for so long that it is a fitting name. Eaten it? asked Suzy. Why eat soot? Boredom, said Soot.

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Garth Nix
Age: 61
Born: 1963
Born: July 19
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Science Fiction Writer
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Melbourne
Australia
Garth Richard Nix
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