The Failed Cities: Hath a Darkness 06 – Ferus
When you look up on Christmas Eve and see a shape streaking across the night sky above the Failed Cities, it’s not Santa’s sleigh, it’s death incarnate, also known as Ferus…
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Written by Matt Wallace
Narrated by Neil Stringer
Sponsor: GoToMyPC
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Music
Abney Park
Rudolf
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Digital Juice
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Neil Stringer
Promo
The Failed Cities Monologues
http://www.podiobooks.com/title/the-failed-cities-monologues/
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The Failed Cities: Hath a Darkness
Copyright 2009 Matt Wallace
http://www.matt-wallace.com
Variant Frequencies
Copyright 2009 Rick Stringer
http://www.variantfrequencies.com
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Categories: Failed Cities, Podcasts, Season 5
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