Dreams of a lover from another time haunt her sleep.... A ghost? Reincarnation? Or was she losing her mind?
Strange things happen when she sees the decaying house for the first time: she knows how the rooms are arranged, knows of a gazebo that hasn't existed for fifty years. Hints of Bay Rum aftershave follow her through the house. A stirring of air whispers, "Remember . . . remember."
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