The Unpredictable Canvas
The notification arrived at 3:14 p.m. on a Tuesday. Jax Morrow was standing in front of his canvas, brush in hand, and the notification arrived on his wrist-display with a soft chirp that sounded like a bird. He did not look at it. He was in the middle of a stroke—long, deliberate, blue—when the chirp came. He finished the stroke. Then he looked at the display. AuraMind had published a new...
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