A Trilogy: Accession of the Immortals
Her golden dress hugged her figure perfectly, her hair framed her oval face and tumbled way past a waist which was much smaller than October's.
As October was about to touch the painting, a slight breeze blew, rustling the drapes at the French doors. Which meant that they were opened, and whoever had opened it was not too far away.
A feeling of uneasy crept up from October's toes to her head as she realised that the lights were on, but that didn't stop her. She ran a finger across thick, dusty canvas, feeling something like electricity running up her hand, causing her to gasp and her breathing to come out hard. October took one last glance at the painting then left the room to hurry back to
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