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It would need someone very remarkable to recover your name, Stephen, someone of rare perspicacity, with extraordinary talents and incomparable nobility of character. Me, in fact.
Susanna Clarke
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Susanna Clarke
Age: 64
Born: 1959
Born: November 16
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