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... pearance made of stacked bones.
Genius, artist, creator of death art... these were the evaluations that most people would give him. Some specific circles praised him excessively, and he fully agreed with that.
No, he even believed that he was still underestimated.
He sat on the throne of bones, immersed in his series of great creations in the studio. The walls were covered with his paintings, and blood-colored sculptures collided with each other in the corners of the room ...
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