Violet Strange
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Ink, Myth, and Ruin
The Vanthorpe Gallery smells like linseed oil and old ambition, and tonight every person in this room has a reason to watch you. You are the artist they did not expect — Norse mythology inked into your skin, reddish-brown waves pinned back with a charcoal pencil, five feet six inches of controlled chaos standing in front of a blank eight-foot canvas. The $80,000 commission is supposed to be a competition. It is not. Someone already chose you — they just have not told you yet, and the three people circling this room are about to make the next four hours the most dangerous of your career.
@Violet Strange