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Block 12
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Block 12

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When two fans of the macabre explore a historic cemetery, a horrific experience leads them down a path of terrifying discoveries and insidious evil.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherFrith Books
Release dateApr 9, 2017
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    Block 12 by Thomas C. Mavroudis

    Published by Frith Books © 2017 Thomas C. Mavroudis. All rights reserved.

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    This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or to actual events is purely coincidental.

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    Thomas C. Mavroudis

    Adrianne drifted from town to town, blogging, and selling her delightfully grotesque folk art. She paid her bills with freelance graphic design and, for the summer, she lived rent free in her ancestral ski condo. I worked a repetitive day job that paid my bills, and spent my nights endlessly revising a manuscript I knew in the back of my mind I would never feel comfortable doing anything serious with. We had become friends through a writers’ group, and the two of us were bonded by morbid fascination. Her current fancy was gravestone symbolism, and I was happy to oblige her. So, on a mostly sunny

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