A Life That Wasn’t His
Chase’s dreams grew more detailed with time. He saw himself working a small farm with a loyal dog by his side, sharing dinners and quiet moments with a woman who brought him peace. These weren’t vague ideas; they were sharp, emotional scenes that felt lived-in.
But he had no ties to agriculture or Europe—he had grown up in a busy city far removed from the countryside. Still, the dreams persisted, and the mystery of their origin gnawed at him. Finally, he decided that the only way to find clarity was to go to Romania himself and see if anything felt familiar.
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