He didn’t just see the knight. He felt him. The cold weight of the rusted armor. The sour taste of old blood in the mouth. The desperate, quiet love for a daughter he’d never see again. Leo’s hand moved not by his will, but by the knight’s will. Fifteen minutes later, the painting was finished. It was the best thing he’d ever made.
“How do I stop?” Leo begged.
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He opened a blank canvas. He needed to paint a dying knight for a card game. Normally, this took six hours. He didn’t just see the knight