In Love & Death
As long as I can remember, I've been plagued by strange dreams. He comes to me when I sleep, calling out to me with such love. His face is so familiar yet strange to my eyes. Every dream was just that, a dream, until a family heirloom was handed down to me.
With the book now open, the man I yearned to see in my sleep... is now real.
Thrown back into the 1800's I find myself having to solve the mystery behind the screams that haunted me, and the loving touch from my dreams.
How can I save the love that calls to me when my mind is torn between right and wrong? Or will the past make its way to my present world before I can stop it?