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... ing. Water dripped from the stone on my forehead. I adjusted my head slowly to avoid the drops, but now the eerie sound of it hitting the hard floor echoed through my ears.
I chuckled, got up, and looked around. The place was covered in red, but the palette was missing, and the artist had left a long time ago. Only I remained a solitary guest in this art-desolated museum.
My face held a soft smile, my eyes hardly open, held no emotion like they were made out of glass. My feet, fu ...
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