Dustfinger inspected his reddened fingers and felt the taut skin. ‘He might tell me how my story ends,’ he murmured.	Meggie looked at him in astonishment. ‘You mean you don’t know?’	Dustfinger smiled. Meggie still didn’t particularly like his smile. It seemed to appear only to hide something else. ‘What’s so unusual about that, princess?’ he asked quietly. ‘Do you know how your story ends?’	Meggie had no answer for that.
Cornelia Funke, Inkheart
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