From Shadows, I Rise

inder that my art, full of abstract shapes and raw emotion, didn\'t sell. My s

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the priceless art collection, all went to my older sister, Olivia. Not a single mention of m

on off a collection of "newly discovered masterpieces" from my father\'s estate-masterpieces that were, in fact, my early c

evelation that my father had secretly collected my art for years, planning a grand exhibition for me, shatte

ut art, legacy, and a fundamental theft. I looked at Mr. Sterling, the struggling, adrift artist gone. In her place, a