Shadows Don't Tell
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Last published Mon, Nov 5, 2018
A spy in London, and the queen is hiding something. Killings of women and by a mysterious jack the ripper. What do these things have to do with each other? Only the shadows know and shadows don't tell.
Warning: future chapters will be full of gore (It's a jack the ripper book)
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