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... of his dreams retreated, his eyes set on the abstract oil painting of a cyan sea on the wall.
Sunlight streamed through the gaps between blinds, casting warm streaks across the room. Kant rubbed his eyes and glanced at the clock that was funnily shaped. Artistic or weird, he couldn’t decide.
There was some sort of art piece in every corner—a small sculpture on top of a drawer, a painting on the wall, a quirky rug. Gabriel’s home might as well have been his own personal art galle ...
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