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    The Airs Of Vengeance

    By Brock Law

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    About this ebook

    On the North Sea some spirits haunt and others wander. Some come when you call, whether you want them to or not.

    A short ghost story inspired by the classic work of M. R. James.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherBrock Law
    Release dateOct 24, 2017
    ISBN9781370355600
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    The Airs Of Vengeance
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    Brock Law

    Just another suburban dad with a day job and a hobby. Although spare time is hard to come by, I love to spend it writing just because it makes me happy. Creative projects certainly aren’t get-rich-quick schemes, so it is the process that is the pleasure. If you love the labor, good work will naturally follow in time. I hope you find something in my slowly growing catalogue that makes you smile. Like everyone who is trying out self-publishing, you never know if lightning will strike, but with your support maybe I will at least finish a series someday.

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