Nancy Bohm held a warm cup of chai tea. She glanced at a painting splashed in hues of rich reds, the black of midnight. It hung, heavy, against an off-white wall. The fierce bodies of stag, antlers angled in flight, seemed to leap from the paint, as if the canvas caught fire.
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