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Chapter 28

Author: Anna
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-31 07:51:18

Yasmine POV

After doing the dishes I returned back to the sitting room to continue working on my painting.

I start working on the canvas since I have all details in my head.

I dipped my wide brush into the thin wash of burnt sienna, dragging the warm color across the surface. The raw white linen vanished beneath each stroke, replaced by a soft clay tone that reminded me of the rooftops below. When I rubbed at it with a rag, the pigment sank deeper into the weave, glowing faintly, almost alive.

Charcoal in hand, I leaned closer. The horizon came first — a faint line. Then a gentle curve where the dome would rise, a slender tower beside it, nothing more than whispers for now. My fingers smudged as I worked, tiny stains of black and sienna marking my skin.

The canvas wasn’t a picture yet, only a warm-toned surface with the ghost of a city hovering across it.

I stepped back satisfied with the warm tone and prop the canvas on the easel to dry overnight,after which I started clean
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