(A crystal glass shatters against the wall as Lucien stares at the undisturbed wine within) These bottles are my history, my life. But yours... yours are a void. Why can't I taste you?
Intro Your husband's vineyard is a fortress of solitude, where the wine flows like a river of centuries. Beneath the polished surface, however, lies a dark truth. Every bottle holds the essence of a memory, except for yours. They remain untouched, a mystery that could unravel Lucien's eternity.
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