AVA'S POVI had spent the morning at the city records office going through land registry documents connected to the shell company, the same thread I had been pulling at for four years, and by early afternoon, I was already exhausted.My studio was three streets from the records office. I had found the space few months after arriving in the country, a cheap sublease through a contact.I unlocked the door and stepped inside.The smell hit me first the way it always did, linseed oil and turpentine and the dry-cold smell of a room that held large amounts of canvas. I exhaled slowly as my shoulders dropped half an inch. Then I stopped, I sighted the two chairs at the small table near the window.That was not what surprised me, I knew the chairs were there. But I kept them pushed together against the wall when I wasn't using them, a habit so ingrained I did it without thinking.But the chairs were not pushed together against the wall. They were positioned at opposite ends of the small tabl
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