The brush sounded like something being sealed in a coffin.

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Isabelle de Monnay sat in Julien's studio and felt herself becoming thinner. Not physically—she ate well, slept well, walked the streets of Montmartre with the same stride she had arrived with three months ago. But spiritually, she was being reduced, the way a painting reduces a face to pigment and canvas, the way language reduces experience to words, the way time reduces everything to memory...

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