โ Scribed by Simon R. Green
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
A brand-new series from the New York Times The Carnacki Institute exists to "Do Something" about Ghosts-and agents JC Chance, Melody Chambers, and Happy Jack Palmer will either lay them to rest, send them packing, or kick their nasty ectoplasmic arses with extreme prejudice.
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