Chapter 14

The little boy, the man, the dark room… All of them were erased bit by bit, as an artist regretted creating that ugly painting and then obliterated it to hide or bury something. Thin lines evaporated one by one, dark colours faded little by little, and in the final, the sounds disappeared.

“Master! Wake up, master!”

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