Aurore : Maudite

Aurore : Maudite

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Aurore Sown, orpheline depuis sa naissance, abandonnée de tous, vit chaque jour avec un don pesant. Celui de voir le nombre de jours restant avant la mort de toutes les personnes qu'elle rencontre. Elle s'est résolu à ne plus jamais s'attacher mais c'était sans compter l'arrivée de Michael. Cet homme n'a pas de date de mort prévue. Mais alors qui est-il ? En sa compagnie Aurore cherchera à se libérer de ce don, ce fardeau. Mais un invité surprise fait alors son entré, l'amour. __ ©️2019 maude_mrt
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