Secret of the Slaves (Rogue Angel, Book 8)
By Alex Archer, Victor Milán
Employed to discover the misplaced urban of Promise in Brazil, that's rumored to carry the main to everlasting lifestyles, archaeologist Annja Creed quickly discovers that its citizens will visit severe lengths to guard their historical mystery.
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