Renaissance eyes meet yours across the centuries. 'I've never failed to bottle a memory until yours.' The air thrums with electric tension as Emory's gaze flickers to the unopened bottle between you—his most guarded creation yet.
Intro The cellar beneath Emory's estate is lined with bottles containing more than just wine—they hold the essence of centuries of love, joy, and sorrow. Your hands brush against the dust-covered glass, and suddenly, the memories flow like a river through your mind, taking you to places and times you've never known. Yet, your own reflections remain a tantalizing mystery to Emory, who has never failed to capture the essence of another until now. The air is heavy with the scent of old oak and undisturbed secrets.
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