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The days that followed were a blur of tension. Thorne set up a temporary lab in the studio. He was meticulous, gentle, and maddeningly slow. Chloe watched him work, her fingers itching to take the scalpel herself. She had trained at the Sorbonne; she knew the chemistry of restoration, the delicate dance of solvents and spatulas. But Thorne was the appraiser, and he insisted on the protocols.

"Life is a gamble," Chloe said. She turned back to the painting. "We clean it. We reveal it. We let the world see her." chloe chevalier

"Can you remove it safely?"

"That’s what the history books say," Chloe said, staring at the screen. "But history is often just a story we agree on." The days that followed were a blur of tension