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“You’re new,” she whispered.

The gallery had a peculiar rule: no piece stayed longer than 28 days. Delphine believed art was a fever, and if it lingered, it became a tombstone. d art gallery

Leo froze. The second hand moved. The woman in the painting blinked, then stepped forward— out of the frame —onto the creaking floorboards. She wore the same blue dress, now faded and damp. Her hair smelled of rain and turpentine. “You’re new,” she whispered