La ciudad humeante
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Last published Mon, Jan 13, 2020
Son mediados del siglo XX. Todos están con la cabeza llena de problemas, buscando sobrevivir, comer, no caer enfermos, pues los medicamentos son realmente caros, y además, todo el mundo se encuentra consternado por el grotesco acontecimiento al que llamaron La Gran Guerra y con el comienzo de la caída del gran titan económico, Estados Unidos. En todo este caos, Tristán tendrá que interactuar con una peligrosa mafia, con la cual conocerá nuevas emociones que no sabía que enfrentar la vida en la ciudad, dejando todos los fantasmas de su inocencia atrás, buscando, como el resto, sobrevivir.
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