Erased, Not Forgotten: Reclaimed

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life's work. He walked closer, his tone shifting to one of feigned co

debut. The art world is all about perception, you understand. Her name, associated

s instant fame. My legacy for her beginning. He painted a picture of a desperate young

ght, cause a scene, and be dragged out by security. Or I could accept it. I could

s tasted like ash in my mouth. "I wi