Soldado de Invierno
Translated from Winter's Wound
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Ongoing, First published May 21, 2026

Nueva York. Un hombre herido, apenas un fantasma de su pasado, huye por las calles mientras fragmentos de memoria lo atormentan. Busca refugio en un apartamento, donde una mujer exigirá respuestas sobre su identidad y sus motivos. Lo que comienza como una intrusión tensa se transforma en una alianza improbable, forjada en la desconfianza y la amenaza de perseguidores desconocidos. La historia se desarrolla a través de perspectivas fragmentadas y enfrentamientos crecientes, revelando lentamente los secretos de un pasado que se niega a morir en silencio.
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