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as he'd walked down the hall, paper in hand, taehyung seemed to pass painting by painting as his eyes began to strain from lack of light. he'd look side to side, glancing at the disturbing paintings that littered the wall, only a few being somewhat normal among all the others.
then; after what seemed like hours of searching taehyung found the painting, a sigh of relief slipping past his lips as he'd stood stone still, facing the artwork with slight unease.
#1890, Giovanni Boldini
Spanish Dancer at the Moulin Rogue
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