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A novel by Severo Perez

If in a dream Cosimo Infante Cano found himself stranded in a strange American city far from the comforts of his apartment in Paris or his house in Cuba, it would be the type of nightmare where he would awaken, grasping at the sheets, perspiring. And, there he stood on a bridge overlooking the banks of a narrow, winding river in a far-off American city, nearly destitute and fully, terrifyingly wide-awake.
Coming January 2017

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