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Last published Tue, Apr 7, 2020
This is the story of a french writer that studies archeology in Montpellier,she lives with her brother and grandmother who was an ancient archeologist,her parents live alone in an unknown place so they can protect their son and daughter because of the bad luck that was caused by their parents. One time her school organised a trip to Egypt, what she found there will change her life forever......i'm talking about strange abilities that are related to insects especially scarabs..
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