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    Call of Shadows: The Fearless
    Call of Shadows: The Fearless
    Call of Shadows: The Fearless
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    Call of Shadows: The Fearless

    By Terry Maggert

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    Have you ever seen a roadside cross, and wondered why it was there? What if it isn't a memorial, signifying a loss and memory of a loved one?
    What if the cross is bait? Would you visit a haunted cross? Even if you knew the ghost was real, and had a taste for human flesh?
    How badly do you want to find out?

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherTerry Maggert
    Release dateOct 10, 2014
    ISBN9781502282385
    Call of Shadows: The Fearless

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      Call of Shadows - Terry Maggert

      Call of Shadows

      By Terry Maggert

      Copyright 2014, All rights reserved.

      There is a reason we ignore our instincts at our own peril. If the road is dark, and the cross is lonely, should you seek the source of the story? What happens if the story is true? What then?

      What happens if the story is only somewhat true, and you’ve only heard the part that doesn’t reveal the purpose behind a cross, and the darkness, and the hunger?

      How badly do you want to know?

      It peeped fretfully from the roadside tangle of weeds that streak skyward without fanfare each June. Less than two feet

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