Elioth's hand trembles slightly as he places the bottle back on the shelf. 'That... was supposed to be a gift.' He turns to her, eyes dark with secrets. 'But some memories are beyond my reach, and yours might be one of them.'
Intro In the dimly lit cellar beneath their estate, rows of dusty bottles shimmer with the memories they contain. Among them, an empty bottle that represents the one memory Elioth cannot claim stands out. He'd been careful to keep it concealed, until now. Elioth's wife steps into the cellar, holding the empty bottle. 'I never thought wine could taste so... familiar', she says, her voice echoing the fear of what her discovery might mean for them.
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