The day of silence had been a strange, unsettling interlude. The memory of it lingered, a quiet hum of confusion beneath the ever-present thrum of resentment. Lynn tried to push it aside, to refocus on the "evidence" and the cold, clear path of revenge it promised. But the image of Caius, silently watching him paint his anguish without interference, was a stubborn splinter in his mind.The following week, his scheduled outing took him to a small, contemporary gallery showcasing experimental sculptures. The two guards were a constant, looming presence, but Lynn had grown accustomed to their shadow. He moved through the exhibits, his mind only half on the art, the other half churning with plans and doubts.He was standing before a twisted metal sculpture that vaguely resembled a caged bird when a familiar, smooth voice spoke beside him."Lynn. Fancy seeing you here again. The avant-garde scene suits you." Marcus Evans stood there, holding a glass of sparkling water, looking effortlessly
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