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Dead Birds: The Dark Orphans Collection

✍ Scribed by Patrick, William


Book ID
109204630
Year
2013
Tongue
English
Weight
83 KB
Category
Fiction

No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.

✦ Synopsis


DEAD BIRDS centres on Burns and Elsie's visit to an Eastern European town as local festivities bring its mysterious past to life. Burns hopes the town, untouched by time and haunted by mystical tales, is the place to begin researching his new book. Eeriness and unease follow as he uncovers the darker side of the festivities οΏ½ terrible truths older than myth and worse than death.


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