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LA JUSTICIA INJUSTA

Romance histórico
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Leia o romance LA JUSTICIA INJUSTA escrito pelo autor DaoistjZDRO6 publicado no WebNovel. No recomendada para menores de edad.En honor a un gran hombre, hermano, amigo y más que nada a un gran hijo.Con este libro se busca limpiar el nombre de una persona que por azares del destino lo juzga...

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No recomendada para menores de edad. En honor a un gran hombre, hermano, amigo y más que nada a un gran hijo. Con este libro se busca limpiar el nombre de una persona que por azares del destino lo juzgaron mal. ¿La moraleja? habrá muchas moralejas dentro de la historia y cada una de ellas tiene un gran significado, el libro va ir contando por pedazos la historia. Va empezar del final hasta el principio. Aprendes que hay dolores que jamás se olvidan solo aprendes a vivir con ellos. "Nunca confíes en nadie, recuerda que el diablo también fue angel una vez"

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