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Elle avait déménagé de Denver pour son pays et sa ville natal, Paris. Elle allait ravoir une nouvelle vie. ça lui faisait bizarres 14 ans dans cette ville Denver et revenir sur les pas de son enfance. une bonne nouvelle mais une mauvaise aussi, cette ville allait lui manquer. Elle était aussi à la recherche de son frère jumeau, elle n'avait plus aucune nouvelle, elle espérait le revoir une fois là-bas. elle n'avait plus contact avec lui depuis 5 ans, il avait décidé de rester en France avec leur grand-père. Mais quand elle dit plus aucune nouvelle c'est qu'elle n'entend plus ses pensées, elle pensait plusieurs fois qu'il lui était arrivé quelques choses ... Mais elle se disait qu'elle serait au courant, c'était sur ! À peine emménager dans cette ville elle allait faire des rencontres assez étranges, qui lui délivrera peut-être la vérité sur son jumeau ou pas. Elle devra surement faire le bon choix. Mais pour protéger les autres elle devra se faire souffrir. Elle essayera de trouver ce secret, ce mystère. Elle fera face à plusieurs obstacles surtout à un très gros obstacle qui sera le plus gênant. Ces créatures. Entre peurs, sentiment, amitié et famille. la vie d'Elena Berkley ne sera pas de tout repos pour elle.
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