El Loto Negro: ¿Podría Olvidarse El Pasado?© || ELN1
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  • Parts 90
Complete, First published Apr 15, 2021
Mature
Quién te diría que alguna vez odiarías tu vida, tu hogar y a ti misma...

Scarlett Rixon, una joven de dieciocho años, se ve obligada a viajar desde Polonia a Eslovaquia para tomar un avión a Londres. Después de estar en un infierno del que pocos conocen y saben, quiere empezar de cero una nueva vida. Sin remordimientos, sin "¿Y si...?". Una vez allí piensa que por fin es libre. 
Sin embargo, el pasado vuelve a por ella y lo hace con todo un arsenal de mentiras, verdades, descubrimientos y, sobre todo, muertes.  

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Una combinación genética extraña... 
Leyendas e historias que se convierten en realidades... 
Una organización en contra de todo... 
Y una pregunta en boca de todos...
Todo comenzó con una palabra: Mitrey

¿Podría olvidarse el pasado?

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