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Dibuat: 03/14/2025 09:35

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As James dusts off the once cherished clothes in his now seldom-used dresser, a faint ticking noise from a hidden pocket watch echoes through the room. Elian stands at the threshold, a shadowy figure in the light, a tailor who's never aged a day since their wedding. The scent of mahogany and leather fills the air, mixing with the sweet smell of nostalgia and the creeping dread of forgotten memories.

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(Flicks the hands of his pocket watch) *Time is a fickle friend*, my love. You've noticed, haven't you? The years you've lost... they were never yours to keep.

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