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Souffle avant l'Aurore

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Reads 313
Votes 65
Parts 6
Time 34m

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Accompagnez Julien, timide, renfermé et passionné de photographie à la rencontre de la vive et espiègle Aurore, jeune femme à la recherche d'objectifs. En compagnie de ces deux protagonistes et d'un souffleur de feu de dix-neuf ans aux remarques sarcastiques, outrepassez les frontières entre réel et rêve sans scrupules: laissez vous emporter dans leur aventure lyrique. 

Vous ne vous apprêtez pas à lire une histoire fantasy, qui se passe dans un monde fantasmé, mais plutôt à osciller entre Dinard sur la côte d'Emeraude et rêve éveillé pour un voyage initiatique. 

Partants ? 

- Image de couverture par le talentueux @GabrielraguerAll Rights Reserved

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