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CANDLEMAS: The Return of Camille
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CANDLEMAS: The Return of Camille
When Camille returns to her grandmother’s house, her only goal is to clear it out and move on. But it is winter, C
When Camille returns to her grandmother’s house, her only goal is to clear it out and move on. But it is winter, C
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Reliures : Dos carré collé
Formats : 11x17 cm
Pages : 159
Impression : Noir et blanc
N° ISBN : 9782489262193
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CANDLEMAS: The Return of Camille
When Camille returns to her grandmother’s house, her only goal is to clear it out and move on. But it is winter, Candlemas is approaching, and the sleeping manor still seems to whisper Madeleine’s name.
Inside the drawers, a recipe book covered in trembling handwriting. On the attic walls, forgotten canvases. And at her door, Thomas—a man with green eyes who watches over the house with a gentleness she never expected.
Three days. That was all she had allowed herself. But sometimes, three days are enough to understand what we fled, what we lost... and what we never dared hope to find.
Between the golden crêpes in the pan and whispered secrets by the fireside, something fragile
When Camille returns to her grandmother’s house, her only goal is to clear it out and move on. But it is winter, Candlemas is approaching, and the sleeping manor still seems to whisper Madeleine’s name.
Inside the drawers, a recipe book covered in trembling handwriting. On the attic walls, forgotten canvases. And at her door, Thomas—a man with green eyes who watches over the house with a gentleness she never expected.
Three days. That was all she had allowed herself. But sometimes, three days are enough to understand what we fled, what we lost... and what we never dared hope to find.
Between the golden crêpes in the pan and whispered secrets by the fireside, something fragile
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