toujours
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I couldn't believe it. Asking her, a restorer, to make a replica. She does restoration work that's close to forgery, but she isn't a forger by profession. She knew well that this was an embarrassing task for a restorer. "Why..." The excitement that had been fluttering in her chest vanished, replaced by a sense of insult. It was a painting by Caravaggio, a subject of great conversation in Italy. It was an insult not only to Jiwoon as a restorer but also to "Guinevere." "Why, when the real…-
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The footprints of the two people in the white snow were quickly erased by the falling snow. The grand building standing alone on this white snowfield was in the English style. Having studied picture restoration and learned about the styles of noble mansions across Europe, she could easily identify this. A man living in an English-style mansion built on Korean soil, with a butler managing his household. His position is a director. Sitting in the study receiving a report from someone called a…
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Upon entering her room, she hummed a tune while changing her clothes. But then she paused, her gaze caught by her reflection in the mirror. Giggling. Her smiling face looked unfamiliar, as if wondering what was so good. The fine wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, the beautifully curved corners of her mouth, the glossy lips, and the eyes full of excitement... It was clearly her face, yet it seemed like she was seeing it for the first time. She had lived for 27 years, so she must have made…
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The place the man led her to was a dining room that was about twice the size of the large bedroom where she had spent the night? No, it was even larger than that. Like the hall, the floor and walls were entirely made of white marble, with an interior that was both simple and luxurious. The ceiling had exquisite lighting, and beneath it, a long table set for eight had a neatly arranged breakfast for two. It reminded her of the atmospheric breakfast she once had with Myungja at a famous Paris…
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When she lifted her buried face, she saw the man's face at the head of the bed. Baek Ishin. Standing with his back to the window, his hand on the headboard, his handsome face stabbed at her vision. Even at their first meeting, she felt that his face was perfect, without a single flaw to be found. Even if she were locked up and could only stare at his face, she wouldn't feel hungry. Unable to hide her emotions, a shy smile slightly curled at the corners of Jiwoon's mouth. "Seeing you smile,…
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Jiwoon received the letter the next morning. Or rather, it would be more accurate to say she discovered it. Maybe because she had caught the scent of the man the day before, Jiwoon, who managed to get some light sleep, opened her eyes to Myungja's call. "Hello?" — It's me, Myungja. Hearing Myungja's voice after a week, Jiwoon slowly got out of bed. "Who is this? Isn't it my landlord?" Myungja had provided her apartment to Jiwoon for free, who had nowhere to turn to in Korea, allowing…
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Seo Jiwoon, 27 years old. Restorer affiliated with the Florence Art Restoration Association. Specialty fields: oil paintings and frescoes. Ishin's eyes scrutinized the photograph attached to the document. Straight features, expressionless face, defiant eyes. No matter how he looked at it or tried to see it differently, it was definitely her. Not the girl from eight years ago, but the woman from ten days ago. Taking a deep breath, Ishin exhaled slowly. He felt an urge for a cigarette. "Is…
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Seo Jiwoon, 27 years old. A restorer affiliated with the Florence Art Restoration Association. Specialty fields: oil paintings and frescoes. Ishin's eyes, reading the document in his hand, are subtly distorted. Recently, the restoration license was suspended due to violation of international regulations. Fired from the workshop (Giovanni). Deported back to Korea three days ago due to cancellation of work visa. Special notes: memory disorder, complex sleep disorder, slight sensory impairment also…
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"Was the dead person a young Korean... man?" Her heart was pounding. Was it possible that the man she knew had been found dead? Her heart felt like it would burst. "No, it was a 50-year-old British man. And he was supposedly an SIS agent." "An agent from British Intelligence...?" Once she confirmed that the dead person wasn't the man she knew, she felt, oddly enough, a wave of relief. Then, vaguely, she thought, if he wasn't dead, he might have been the one doing the killing. "So, was…
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The man stubbed out his cigarette on the rough plaster wall and approached her. Thud, thud. His slow, heavy footsteps made her heart tighten involuntarily. Sweat gathered on her tense palms as she gripped the hem of her cardigan. Jiwoon looked up at the man who had come close. 'A Korean?' Only then did Jiwoon realize he was Korean. His height, proportions, robust build, and sharp features - when hidden in the shadows of the warehouse, she had thought he was unmistakably Western. At…
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