Joshua Gamez

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The shape moved again. Darting from tree to tree. So blurry and indistinct, he might be imagining it. It was no man, no human. A ghost maybe. It was Lincoln, returning for vengeance. His eyes accusing. How could you leave me? How could you let her die?
Edge of Anarchy (Edge of Collapse, #4)
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