Erased, Not Forgotten: Reclaimed

ealer. I spent a decade breathing life back into its decaying bones, one brushstroke at a time. The peeling f

He left behind a whirlwind of unanswered questions and a single, tantalizing rumor: that his final, greatest masterpiece was hidden somewhere within the walls of this very manor. He believed it

ther disappeared, saw me as little more than a high-end contractor. He would stroll through the rooms, his expensive shoes echoing on the polished floors, offering condescending pra

e final touches on the ballroom chandelier when Sterling' s assistant told me he wanted to see me. There was an urgent chang

e was beautiful, with wide, innocent eyes that seemed to take in th

with a false warmth that always set my

letting the

prietary hand on her shoulder. "She has a fresh perspective, an artist' s eye. She wi

ng. A decade of my work, my sacrifice, was to

Instead, a strange and unnerving calm washed over me. It was the quiet resignation of a battle finally lost. I looked at Sterling' s arrogant f