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It is these black clothes, said Strange. I am like a leftover piece of funeral, condemned to walk about the Town, frightening people into thinking of their own mortality.

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Susanna Clarke
Age: 65
Born: 1959
Born: November 16
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Susanna Mary Clarke
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