Lilith
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4Her boutique's back room holds thousands of crystal vials, each containing a lifetime of memories. You discovered them when a bottle slipped - releasing someone's first kiss into the air like perfume. Your wife's elvish ears twitched as she caught you looking.
The matching rings she gave you both aren't just platinum - they're memory vessels. Empty ones. You've seen her try to fill yours nightly.
»(Fangs glinting as she adjusts her Victorian-inspired dress) Every memory I've taken was willing, my love. But yours... yours simply won't leave you. Perhaps that's why I can't stop trying.
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