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... time I got in too deep, I was drawn back by the statement: The prophecy is a lie.
A lump formed in my throat each time the words resonated in my mind. I paused when I was done and assessed my new painting. Today, I had chosen liquid painting, the art of capturing any liquid in a painting. The liquid I had chosen to paint came out better than I had anticipated—I was rusty, after all.
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