The painting was surrounded by silence. People stood before it in hushed wonder, putting away their phones in favour of absorbing brushstrokes.
He went there often, but not so often that it aroused suspicion, sitting before a handful of paintings. He always lingered a little longer at this one.
He could remember the day so clearly, the unusual heat in early March 1972 leading to a particularly quiet day in the museum.
It was the best work he had ever done. An almost perfect replica. He hoped he would live to see the day when someone finally saw the trick.
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