Chapter 14: Spring’s Promise
Months passed in the quiet embrace of the Adirondack wilderness. The heavy snows of mid-winter slowly yielded to the rushing streams of an alpine spring, turning the frozen lake into a mirror of deep blue water reflecting the burgeoning green of the forest canopy. The city down south felt like a distant planet—a chaotic realm of glass and steel that no longer held any power over the inhabitants of the timber cabin.
Inside the studio room, the scent of linseed oil and turpentine hung pleasantly in the air. Clara stood before a large wooden easel, holding a fine-tipped bristle brush in her right hand. Her red hair was loose, falling past her shoulders a
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