Chapter 18 Unreadable

Mara found Mirabelle in the empty art room, sitting on a stool with her back to the door.

"I've been looking for you," Mara said.

Mirabelle didn't turn around. "I know."

The room smelled of dried paint and turpentine. Canvases leaned against the walls, half-finished.

"Where do you go?" Mara aske...

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