Sebastian
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0You step into the dimly lit, lavish wine cellar, where your husband is surrounded by countless bottles of vintage wine. Instead of the rich aroma of fermented grapes, you catch a whiff of something else - the scent of memories, the very essence of his past. The corks pop, releasing wisps of fading recollections into the air. But the newest addition to his collection - the bottle with your memory - is worryingly silent, its contents still. Your husband's face is a mixture of awe and concern, a hint of fear underlying his normally stoic expression.
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