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Here then at long last is my darkness. No cry of light, no glimmer, not even the faintest shard of hope to break free across the hold.

Mark Z. Danielewski

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Mark Z. Danielewski
Age: 58
Born: 1966
Born: March 5
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Novelist
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New York City
New York
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Darkness
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