Silent Echoes by Gareth Lewis
By Gareth Lewis
Within the ruined middle of a shattered empire brute strength and spliced magics carry sway, and strangers are suspect. utilizing this suspicion, Skerin profits the eye of the neighborhood gang boss, drawing him right into a violent online game for a prize as soon as very with regards to him.
A 4900 observe brief tale.
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