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BENEATH THE SURFACE (ENGLISH)

BENEATH THE SURFACE (ENGLISH)

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Avery Vale seems like an ordinary Mistvale Academy student. But behind her smile hides a deadly secret. One with scales. When her diary is accidentally read, everything falls apart. Friendships, crushes - and her carefully constructed lies. What do you do when the wrong person knows the truth? When the right person doesn't notice you? And when your secret... is no longer a secret?
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