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Bone Crossed

In this gripping thriller, readers are taken on a harrowing journey through a community shrouded in secrets and danger. The story follows a group of individuals whose lives are forever altered by a sinister presence that threatens to consume them. As the lines between reality and the supernatural blur, the characters must confront their deepest fears and face the dark truths hidden within their town. more

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Patricia Briggs
Patricia Briggs

Patricia Briggs is an American author known for her works in the fantasy and science fiction genres. Born in 1965, she began publishing her works in 1993. Briggs' novels are celebrated for their complex characters and engaging plots. more

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