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My fingers positively itched to drift at length along their spines, to arrive at one whose lure I could not pass, to pluck it down, to inch it open, then to close my eyes and inhale the soul-sparking scent of old and literate dust.

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Kate Morton
Age: 48
Born: 1976
Born: July 19
Author
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Berri
South Australia
Australia
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Sparking
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