I asked, not remembering what the booklet had said.
There was a range of twelve paintings, two meters apart, and it looked like it was animals.
I followed Aiden around as I looked at these paintings. They were different from the ones in the poker rooms, these looked like a mix of various mediums.
“What do you think?" Aiden asked as I paused in front of one, staring at the fox.
"Are you sure this is a painting? Not a photograph?" I asked. The more I stared at the picture, the more the picture like it looked. I couldn't even see a single brushstroke, and I was sure if I got any closer my breath would be touching the painting.
"Is that a good thing?" he asked.
The painting looked like a baby fox, and it had a small green thing hanging from its close mouth, like a stem of a flower.
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