Vanishing Spirits - George Karim

Vanishing Spirits - George Karim

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After a decade old mystery involving her mother is uncovered, Niamh Wynn is sent away to Lockwood and Co. Nobody dared to tell her the truth, but that wouldn't stop Niamh from doing everything in her power to solve it. George Karim was suspicious of her from the start. A strange agent appearing at their agency could only be bad news. But as luck should have it, he only became more and more entangled in the mess that is Niamh Wynn. After all, digging is what researchers know best, and the truth of her world was more than six feet under. ----
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