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Urban System in America - Chapter 128 - 127:- The Canvas Weeps: A Lesson in Oil and Grief
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... ot the meditative hush of ink or the whispering winds of calligraphy. This was the thick, aching silence of a room that had seen too much and could no longer speak.
And darkness fell like velvet.
When He opened his eyes again, he expected another storm of imagery. But this time, he was greeted by stillness, and he was surrounded by it. A quiet, velvety gloom punctuated only by flickering candles. He stood in what looked like an ancient atelier, but impossibly vast. Its ceilings l ...
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