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Chapter Twenty-two

Author's Pov

Picasso sat in the dimly lit secret room of his mansion, staring at the well-decorated pictures on the wall.

It was almost like his room of memories.

Outside, the storm raged on, echoing his inner turmoil.

He had sought solace in the peaceful isolation of this room, aiming to reconnect and heal the wounds of their past in some way