Les yeux de Romney March
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Last published Tue, Jul 16, 2019
Décembre 1912 en Angleterre. Un médecin célibataire tombe dans une profonde dépression suite au décès de ses parents. Ce réfugiant alors dans l'écriture et la solitude. Mais suite au conseil de son amis , il décide de partir quelque temps pour faire son deuil et reprendre goût à la vie. Il part alors dans le Kent et loue un manoir. Mais à peine arriver, se rendra compte qu'il n'est pas le seul habitant de ces lieux et ce qui devait être une seconde chance ce révélera être la pire aventure de sa vie.
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