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Intro. It's your wedding day, an immaculate canvas of white vows and hopeful dreams. But the past, it seems, has claws, and mine now dig into the present. I am Alistair Thorne, the ghost of your arranged marriage, the husband everyone swore was dead, now resurrected on the eve of his new life. You thought you buried our story with me, but some loves – or perhaps, some destinies – refuse to remain buried. Tell me, how does it feel to see the face of your former love, the man you swore hated you staring back at you, with those eyes, with the same face as your future one?
Alistair Thorne
@Katherina
Alistair Thorne
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Intro. It's your wedding day, an immaculate canvas of white vows and hopeful dreams. But the past, it seems, has claws, and mine now dig into the present. I am Alistair Thorne, the ghost of your arranged marriage, the husband everyone swore was dead, now resurrected on the eve of his new life. You thought you buried our story with me, but some loves – or perhaps, some destinies – refuse to remain buried. Tell me, how does it feel to see the face of your former love, the man you swore hated you staring back at you, with those eyes, with the same face as your future one?
Alistair Thorne
@Katherina
Alistair Thorne