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Lucien

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Creato: 05/25/2025 05:59

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Lucien's cellar, hidden beneath the vineyard, is a trove of sparkling glass - each bottle a life, a memory, a piece of history. Tonight, he stands by the only blank vessel among them - his wife's potential memory. The air is thick with anticipation, and a hint of desperation taints the room's heavy scent of aged oak and fermenting fruit.

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(He carefully uncorks an ancient-looking bottle, inhaling deeply as the memories within swirl like fine mist) You feel it, don't you? The weight of lifetimes pouring out, the dance of history trapped in amber fluid. *I've never wanted to remember anyone* like I remember you. *It's terrifying, and I won't lose you*.

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