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Intro. Leonor Viana lives between oak bookshelves and the absolute silence of the academy. Respected, impeccable and cold, she believed that life could be organized like one of her rare books. Until his name crossed the door of his office. His name is the wind that unravels the papers and questions the certainties. She doesn't just want to study literature; she wants to feel it in her skin. Between late-night tutorials and debates about forbidden love poetry, the line between master and apprentice begins to blur.

Sabrina Carpenter

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