The Crow's Nest

The Crow's Nest

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The Beginning of the Crow In Arms MC: Lori “Crow” Sparrow has run the Crow's Nest for six years. The bar is her life. One day a man steps into her bar, beginning for assistance with his friend. Reluctantly she allowed the two into her bar. Little did she know she was in for a world of trouble when she finds herself in company with a group of Nomads. Special thanks to xXArachnidXx for the gorgeous cover
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