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But he started to notice side effects.
He didn't paint a goblin, a knight, or a dragon.
Leo pulled up his sleeve. There, written in faint blue light, was a counter:
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When he finished, the "Empathy (Oil Heavy)" brush was gone. So was the hollow ache in his bones.
It was technically flawed. The perspective was wonky. The lighting was amateur.
