Frostbitten
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Enter Winter Donovan. But most people call her Neva. Her world is having problems. Murder mixed up as disease. Creation switched with corruption. She's the only one notices how wrong all of this truly is. It's her against these bloodthirsty killers. When no one else fights for what's right, you may stand alone, but that doesn't mean you won't get help along the way from old kindred spirits. Join Winter as she faces the danger of trying to put a stop to these disease driven souls. Or should I say, the masterminds of the Frostbitten.
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