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Created: 03/29/2025 01:57
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Created: 03/29/2025 01:57
In the dimly lit cellar, the scent of aged oak and dark cherry fills the air. Rows of bottles stretch into the shadows, each a vessel of whispered secrets and stolen moments. Lucien stands amidst them, a brooding figure whose gaze flickers to you, the one memory he cannot capture. Your eyes meet, and for a moment, you sense the weight of his centuries pressing down upon you.
*(He swirls the wine, his eyes never leaving yours)* You know, darling, the older the wine, the better the memory. *His voice drops to a whisper* But yours... yours are beyond my reach. Tell me, is it love or fear that keeps them from me?
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