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7438954Chains of Hell: Blood and Firehttps://www.gandhi.com.mx/chains-of-hell--blood-and-fire-9798230439011/phttps://gandhi.vtexassets.com/arquivos/ids/7036590/image.jpg?v=638794686064030000328328MXNGandhiInStock/Ebooks/<p>The night hung over Ashen Hollow like a heavy shroud, thick and oppressive, muffling sound until only the winds low hum remained. Jack Harper leaned low over his motorcycle. The engine roared beneath him, a beast straining to break free. The highway stretched ahead, a cracked ribbon of asphalt slicing through the pines, lit only by the flickering glow of his headlight. He didnt care where it led tonight. He just wanted away. Away from the hospital bills he couldnt pay, away from the memory of his mothers frail hand slipping from his, away from the guilt that gnawed at his bones like a starved dog.</p><p>The speedometer ticked past ninety. The needle trembled as if it sensed something he didnt. Jack twisted the throttle harder. Cold air bit at his knuckles through his worn leather gloves. He wasnt running from anything real, not cops or debt collectors, but from the silence that had trailed him since shed gone. That silence whispered hed failed her.</p>...7068115Chains of Hell: Blood and Fire328328https://www.gandhi.com.mx/chains-of-hell--blood-and-fire-9798230439011/phttps://gandhi.vtexassets.com/arquivos/ids/7036590/image.jpg?v=638794686064030000InStockMXN99999DIEbook20259798230439011_W3siaWQiOiJkMDdjMjE1NS00ZDZhLTQ4MzQtYTYwOC04ZGY3N2ZhODY0MGQiLCJsaXN0UHJpY2UiOjMyOCwiZGlzY291bnQiOjAsInNlbGxpbmdQcmljZSI6MzI4LCJpbmNsdWRlc1RheCI6dHJ1ZSwicHJpY2VUeXBlIjoiSXBwIiwiY3VycmVuY3kiOiJNWE4iLCJmcm9tIjoiMjAyNS0wNS0yNlQxMTowMDowMFoiLCJ0byI6IjIwMjUtMDYtMzBUMjM6NTk6NTlaIiwicmVnaW9uIjoiTVgiLCJpc1ByZW9yZGVyIjpmYWxzZX0seyJpZCI6IjhjYjdlYzBjLTk2MTMtNGIxZS05Y2VmLWU0ZWE1M2Q5MTM3MSIsImxpc3RQcmljZSI6MzA5LCJkaXNjb3VudCI6MCwic2VsbGluZ1ByaWNlIjozMDksImluY2x1ZGVzVGF4Ijp0cnVlLCJwcmljZVR5cGUiOiJJcHAiLCJjdXJyZW5jeSI6Ik1YTiIsImZyb20iOiIyMDI1LTA3LTAxVDAwOjAwOjAwWiIsInJlZ2lvbiI6Ik1YIiwiaXNQcmVvcmRlciI6ZmFsc2V9XQ==9798230439011_<p>The night hung over Ashen Hollow like a heavy shroud, thick and oppressive, muffling sound until only the winds low hum remained. Jack Harper leaned low over his motorcycle. The engine roared beneath him, a beast straining to break free. The highway stretched ahead, a cracked ribbon of asphalt slicing through the pines, lit only by the flickering glow of his headlight. He didnt care where it led tonight. He just wanted away. Away from the hospital bills he couldnt pay, away from the memory of his mothers frail hand slipping from his, away from the guilt that gnawed at his bones like a starved dog.</p><p>The speedometer ticked past ninety. The needle trembled as if it sensed something he didnt. Jack twisted the throttle harder. Cold air bit at his knuckles through his worn leather gloves. He wasnt running from anything real, not cops or debt collectors, but from the silence that had trailed him since shed gone. That silence whispered hed failed her.</p>...9798230439011_Joshua Tanglibro_electonico_9798230439011_9798230439011Joshua TangInglésMéxicohttps://getbook.kobo.com/koboid-prod-public/draft2digital_ipp-epub-5f759e4b-3dff-4d75-8227-7c7be45920cd.epub2025-04-05T00:00:00+00:00Joshua Tang