Maybe in a 100 years
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Complete Wed, Jul 23, 202512m
Some love stories are written in ink. Theirs was etched in time.
When fate weaves two souls across centuries, even death cannot sever the thread. From war-torn 1700s France to the bustling streets of modern New York City, Francis and Belle find each other again-haunted by dreams, drawn by echoes of a past they can't remember but feel in their bones.
A soldier and an artist. A healer and a dreamer.
As forgotten memories rise and destiny pulls them closer, they must decide whether to trust the strange familiarity between them-or risk losing each other all over again.
In a world where time forgets, love remembers.
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