It ticked. He slashed.
It ticked. He slashed.
And on it went. Hour after hour it went on.
He knew that he was keeping to his plan. This would be his masterpiece. All the preparation, all the effort over so many years of planning.
It ticked. He slashed. Not many more ticks now until it was done.
It ticked. He slashed. Just one more and it would be done.
It ticked. He slashed. He stopped the clock and it ticked no longer.
He put down his tool and released a sigh. It was done.
The painting, now completed, was beautiful.

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