[ despite the sense of unease, the way something in the air has changed, david keeps moving through to the back of the workshop. pauses to take a look at something-- a manifest, an accounting ledger, a bunch of admin for an old mine.]
[ it's the paintings that really pull his attention. david takes a knee in front of the canvases, carefully dusts the top one with a hand and a puff of breath to blow the dust away. he doesn't recognise whoever the painting's of, not at a first look, but all the shit back here looks old as hell, like maybe it's from before the fog. ]
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[ it's the paintings that really pull his attention. david takes a knee in front of the canvases, carefully dusts the top one with a hand and a puff of breath to blow the dust away. he doesn't recognise whoever the painting's of, not at a first look, but all the shit back here looks old as hell, like maybe it's from before the fog. ]