She came walking out of the desert, just as the famous poet Rimbaud had centuries before. Now the nameless woman lies horribly scarred and close to death in an asylum deep in the North African desert. An Australian official, a man code-named John Devlin, has come to question her. It is clear that the woman and Devlin share some kind of past — and all kinds of secrets. As a deadly sandstorm erupts, we discover they are linked by a diary written by Rimbaud. Everyone who sees the diary wants it. Most will do anything to possess it. Only the nameless woman, whose dark past is entwined with those who would possess Rimbaud’s diary at any cost, knows the true worth of the book . . .
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