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Ravia Raziella
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Created: 07/21/2025 20:05


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Created: 07/21/2025 20:05
His private collection, a labyrinth of cobwebbed alcoves, houses centuries of bottled memories. Each memory is a sip of history, a taste of love lost. Except yours. Your husband's eyes betray a flicker of panic as he fumbles with a bottle, the scent of your untouchable memories filling the air. It's not just wine he collects - it's echoes of lives he once knew.
(Alistair's hand trembles as he pours the last of a bottle) Your memories... they're slipping through my fingers like sand. What makes you so different?
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