...what appeared to be an old storeroom. Dust obscured a damaged paineting making it hard to understand just what the artist had intended.
“This could be a trick of some sort,” one said. “We might be going around in circles.”
“I don’t think so,” said the thoughtful one. “I think we’re supposed to think it’s a trick...that’s the trick.”
They all looked at me. “Yes,” I said. “I’m sure you’re right about that.”
With doubtful looks they left for...
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