Mais le Monde Refusa de Mourir : Before...
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Last published Sat, Aug 12, 2017
Et si on remontait un peu le temps ? Et si on voyait le parcours d'un autre personnage de cette série ? Kyllian n'avait que 15 ans quand il est arrivé dans ce monde étrange, il était loin d'être celui que l'ont connais maintenant. Au début, il pensait être tranquille mais ça, c'était bien avant de croiser la route de Tet. Il temps de voir le monde autrement...
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