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Donde la muerte no puede tocarte

Donde la muerte no puede tocarte

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Last published Wed, Oct 31, 2018

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Tagsaccion aventura fantasia ficción filosofia

Rioro, un "joven" que ha escapado de las garras de la muerte, se dedica a no volver a caer en estas, pues su abrazo puede ser (y, de hecho, lo es) mortal. Así pues, cuando llega a Madrid, la muerte no tarda mucho en encontrarle. En uno de sus intentos por huir se encuentra con una joven, Kymi, a partir de ahí, una desafortunada afortunada acción unirá sus caminos durante... Quien sabe, ni siquiera ellos lo saben, pues no puedes pensar en el mañana ni en el ayer cuando la muerte te persigue en el hoy.

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