Chapter 52

I tossed my hair back before going my way. A carpeted hallway welcomed me. More sculptures were displayed on the side, as impressive as the ones on the room I've left. Lynx wasn't a sculptor, was she? She had a way with people. Whatever the outcome of her art, she'd be famous by now if she sold them on the market because she'd charm her way into the buyer's hearts. Nice try. I went to the first room on the hallway, and gasped. Going inside was like stepping into the past, a museum, or a book....