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Lady Delphine of Glencoe
THE MYSTERY OF THE BUTTERFLY NECKLACE
The destiny of four women taking us through history...
Nancy, France, October 1988.
As usual, those damned keys had disappeared, and the jumbled m
Nancy, France, October 1988.
As usual, those damned keys had disappeared, and the jumbled m
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Reliures : Dos carré collé
Formats : 14,8x21 cm
Pages : 390
Impression : Noir et blanc
N° ISBN : 9782490394326
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The destiny of four women taking us through history...
Nancy, France, October 1988.
As usual, those damned keys had disappeared, and the jumbled mess in her handbag irritated her to no end. God, she was fed up with this daily routine, with her extra kilos, all on her own. Beatrice had seen her, that was for sure, but she wouldn't come down to help her; that was certain too.
In the middle of nowhere, in the year 2065.
Sixtine gazed out over the vast, desolate plain. They were trying to discover her secret, the Guardians of Peace had decreed that crops should be grown under glass, so as not to risk contaminating the surviving human race. How stupid! She gritted her teeth, afraid to let out an exclamation.
Nancy, France, October 1988.
As usual, those damned keys had disappeared, and the jumbled mess in her handbag irritated her to no end. God, she was fed up with this daily routine, with her extra kilos, all on her own. Beatrice had seen her, that was for sure, but she wouldn't come down to help her; that was certain too.
In the middle of nowhere, in the year 2065.
Sixtine gazed out over the vast, desolate plain. They were trying to discover her secret, the Guardians of Peace had decreed that crops should be grown under glass, so as not to risk contaminating the surviving human race. How stupid! She gritted her teeth, afraid to let out an exclamation.
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