Walkaway Redemption: Ghost Hunters Mystery Parables
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Living Sensical Press, 2020.
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S. H. Marpel., & S. H. Marpel|AUTHOR. (2020). Walkaway Redemption: Ghost Hunters Mystery Parables . Living Sensical Press.
Chicago / Turabian - Author Date Citation, 17th Edition (style guide)S. H. Marpel and S. H. Marpel|AUTHOR. 2020. Walkaway Redemption: Ghost Hunters Mystery Parables. Living Sensical Press.
Chicago / Turabian - Humanities (Notes and Bibliography) Citation, 17th Edition (style guide)S. H. Marpel and S. H. Marpel|AUTHOR. Walkaway Redemption: Ghost Hunters Mystery Parables Living Sensical Press, 2020.
MLA Citation, 9th Edition (style guide)S. H. Marpel, and S. H. Marpel|AUTHOR. Walkaway Redemption: Ghost Hunters Mystery Parables Living Sensical Press, 2020.
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