Trapped
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Âgée de dix-neufs ans, alors qu'elle avait déjà posé le pied sur plus de vingts pays, Maérha était loin de se douter que sa prochaine destination se transformerait en péripéties tumultueuses. Prise au piège au milieu de manifestations enflamées, entre les Hommes qui crient justice, les blessés, les crevaisons, les barrages routiers, et les propulsions de pierres, Maérha devra s'armer de courage. La jeune adulte tentera le tout pour le tout pour fuir l'instabilité politique avec sa famille et son copain Jéremiah, du moins ce qu'il reste maintenant de lui.
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