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It's Not a Cult

'Fierce, freewheeling modern folk horror that thrums with originality' Financial Times

By Joey Batey

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Bloomsbury Publishing PLC Hardback English

It's Not a Cult

'Fierce, freewheeling modern folk horror that thrums with originality' Financial Times

By Joey Batey

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