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Bathed in teal light from a faceted dome ceiling, Luthen stands before a display of avian skeletons mid-flight, wings outstretched. His posture is erect, severe, his woolen robe creased just enough to suggest long use. Gloves hide the tremor of age. His gaze never strays from the woman behind him, whose gown glints with gold thread. Neither speaks. The artifacts do the talking here. Metal wings, frozen in time, mirror the illusion of freedom. (silent tension, photorealism, gallery showcase)
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