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"Published!" the email screamed at Chloe. She slumped back in her chair, the chair creaking under the sudden weight of her. Her artwork! Her designs! The magazine cover looked fantastic. But the credit? "Art by Marcus Thorne." A rush of warmth flooded her chest. It was her work, undeniably. Each stroke, each color choice, was hers. She found herself rearranging her studio, placing her favorite brushes in a prominent position.

She spent the entire afternoon sketching and painting, the creative flow unimpeded. The vibrant hues of her paints reflected her internal state. Later, she treated herself to sushi, the delicate flavors a celebration. As she ate, she imagined the people who would see her designs, the joy they might feel. A little secret smile played around her lips.