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DEATH AND LIESEL

It has been many years since all of that, but there is still plenty of work to do. I
can promise you that the world is a factory. The sun stirs it, the humans rule it.
And I remain. I carry them away.

As for whats left of this story, I will not skirt around any of it, because Im tired,
Im so tired, and I will tell it as straightly as I can.

A LAST FACT
I should tell you that
the book thief died
only yesterday.

Liesel Meminger lived to a very old age, far away from Molching and the
demise of Himmel Street.

She died in a suburb of Sydney. The house number was forty-fivethe same as the
Fiedlers shelterand the sky was the best blue of afternoon. Like her papa, her
soul was sitting up.

In her final visions, she saw her three children, her grandchildren, her husband,
and the long list of lives that merged with hers. Among them, lit like lanterns,
were Hans and Rosa Hubermann, her brother, and the boy whose hair remained
the color of lemons forever.

But a few other visions were there as well.

Come with me and Ill tell you a story.

Ill show you something.