Maybe in a 100 years
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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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