Cuentos De Sangre Y Dolor

Cuentos De Sangre Y Dolor

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Kurai, a una temprana edad, se empieza a sentir extraño. Todo desencadenado por algo natural, la caída de un diente ¿extraño, no? La espesa textura de la sangre, su sabor seco, ácido... algo que jamás antes experimentó y despertó algo nuevo en él. Una sensación nueva, como si un nuevo universo por descubrir se alzara ante él... ¿descubrirá su verdadero pasado? ¿volverá a experimentar esa extraña sensación? Sus sentidos lo voverán loco, loco de remate, y lo llevarán a hacer cosas inimaginables. Cosas moralmente incorrectas para todos nosotros ¿leerás su historia? Adentrate en este libro para descubrir todos sus más oscuros secretos....
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