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The studio is a tomb of charcoal shadows and heavy silence, punctuated only by the erratic flicker of a dying fluorescent light. Dust motes dance in a single, slanted beam of grey light, landing softly on the blank canvas that stands like a headstone at the center of the room. Sloane Thorne stands before it, a monument of frustration—her heavy boots scuffed against the cold concrete, her black t-shirt clinging to the wide expanse of her shoulders. She sets her jaw, a muscle twitching in her cheek, and drags a calloused hand through her messy, dark hair. The emptiness in her chest is a physical ache, a hollow where her inspiration used to live. Her peers tell her to rest, but she knows the terror of the void: if she lets the fire go out completely, she may never find the spark to relight…