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Dark spires pierce the night, reaching for full moons and distant stars. It's more than most could contend with. We sleep, conjuring pistol dreams while the tall buildings and statues do the work of our desires of actively attaining the beauty that this world has to offer. Every day we awake to the soft sunlight shining through our windows believing that today is the day that we will quit our jobs and move to distant cities and start anew. But these thoughts dim as we put on our clothes for work and eat more morning breakfast and continue on with...

This was the painting that sold for millions. I watched as the porters wrapped it up and carried it from the gallery to the awaiting truck.

The new owner transferred cash from his account, smiling, probably thanking God for his luck. I watched him shaking hands with everyone, swigging the curtesty glass of expensive champagne, posing for photos.

John Masters, the gallery owner, smug and insincere triumphant for once in his sorry life.

Not for long.

He paid me peanuts as a commission for this painting, unknown I had used special paint which would melt in due course and reveal...