Au nom d'une guerre

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Elle attendait la bataille, celle pour garder la liberté. Sûre d'elle, sûre de ses convictions. Jusqu'à ce qu'elle le revit. L'Amour, le Devoir, la Guerre, qui l'emportera?All Rights Reserved

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