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dit verhaal gaat over een meisje dat verhuisd naar een hele donkere wijk waar het bijna nooit daglicht word. Ze ontmoet daar veel nieuwe mensen, misschien ook haar grootste liefde. Alleen er gaat iets gebeuren dat haar leven heel anders maakt en wat ze vooraltijd geheim zou moeten houden....
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