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La Fleur et le Faucon

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Paris, 1861. Dans une ville où les ombres se faufilent entre les pavés luisants et les secrets murmurent à chaque coin de rue, Éléonore et Isabeau tentent de survivre dans un monde impitoyable. Après avoir grandi dans un orphelinat austère, Éléonore trouve refuge au Boudoir Rouge, un lieu où le luxe se mêle à la décadence. Mais derrière les sourires de velours et les parfums enivrants se cachent des cœurs brisés et des âmes en quête de rédemption. Entre les promesses d'une nouvelle vie et les pièges d'une société corrompue, jusqu'où Éléonore serait prête à aller pour s'échapper de l'étreinte suffocante de son passé ?

Un récit envoûtant où l'amour, le danger et les secrets se mêlent dans une danse aussi dangereuse qu'inoubliable.All Rights Reserved

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