The sudden appearance of the majestic structure on the windswept cliff in front of her made her stumble. Had it not been for the way Risso’s fur rose to attention, and he stood growling into the night, she’d have thought she was dreaming this.
The wind picked up and brought with it the sound of music and laughter, drawing her into the sphere of light. The last thing she heard was her dog’s whine, before silence engulfed her. Nina spun round but her hands encountered nothing but glass and she watched in horror as her name appeared on the painting.
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