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“Another slice, darling?” Arthur’s wife’s voice was warm. The scent of freshly baked bread filled the kitchen, a welcome contrast to the sharp chill outside. He took another bite, savoring the flavors, content. The atmosphere around him was perfect.

His phone buzzed. He picked it up. A photograph. His portrait of his late grandmother, etched onto a stranger's arm.

He felt a deep satisfaction. The work he had poured his heart and soul into would endure. He put down his phone and continued eating. The feeling of well-being persisted, wrapping around him like a comfortable blanket.