"Don't do this, Silvia, you might not make it back!" James cried, his voice trembling with urgency. "But I could be right, Aurelius," Silvia responded, her tone resolute yet tender. "How can you be so sure? What if you're not? I don't want to lose you!" His voice cracked under the weight of his words. Silvia reached out, placing a hand on his chest, over his heart. Her touch was warm, grounding, but filled with an undercurrent of finality. "I'll be back... I promise. I love you." The memory fractured like glass shattering, and James’s eyes flickered open. The remnants of the dream clung to him like a second skin. Though three centuries had passed, Silvia’s presence lingered in his mind, a ghost that time could not exorcise. Her face, her voice, her determination—they were seared into his soul. It wasn’t often that he dreamed of her—once in a blue moon, when something triggered the memory. Last night, it had been Nigel’s casual remark about their past. Now, in the stillness
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