The Mirror of Elsewhere

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The attic studio smelled of turpentine and dust, the particular dust of a house that had not been renovated since the Carter administration. Adrian Voss stood before the easel, brush hovering, and felt nothing. Not the void of creative block—that at least had the dignity of emptiness. This was worse. This was the presence of something thick and gray, like fog pressed against the inside of his...

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