I paint faces for the dead and open The Door for the living.
After the Prime Minister’s Daughter met a sudden, violent end, I painted the last thing she ever saw.
Three months later, that very face smiled at me from a crowded street.
Later, when the Grand Princess lay within her coffin, she reached out and gripped my brush. “Don’t paint me,” she whispered. “Paint yourself.”
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