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Arthur raised his paddle. Eight thousand. A dealer in a tweed jacket scoffed and raised it to ten. The auctioneer’s gavel hand twitched.

And Arthur, finally, had.

“Lot Seventy-Three,” the auctioneer announced, his voice a velvet monotone. “ Woman at a Window, Evening . Attributed to the circle of Bonnard. Circa 1923.” Coldplay When You See Marie -Famous Old Paint...

He didn’t have a wall to hang it on. His flat was a narrow boat of peeling wallpaper and unpaid bills. But he had a window. He carried the painting home on the Tube, wrapped in his overcoat, and propped it on a chair facing the west. The sun was setting. The real one, outside his grimy pane, was the color of a bruise. The painted one, on the canvas, was the color of hope. Arthur raised his paddle

“Six thousand on the phone. Seven in the room.” The auctioneer’s gavel hand twitched

Arthur remembered.