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Her nightmare clung to her like the smell of smoke to cloth.

Shannon Hale

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Shannon Hale
Age: 50
Born: 1974
Born: January 26
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Fantasy Author
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Salt Lake City
Utah
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Smoke
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Clung
Cloth

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