The Starlight Collection
I. The gallery smelled of linseed oil and ambition, two things that sounded promising together until you realised one was drying and the other was usually empty. I stood before the painting for a long time, letting the noise of the Fifth Avenue gallery fade into something like background music. It was a landscape—painted somewhere in the late nineteenth century, maybe by a student of Pissarro,...
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