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No. The marble doesn’t know it’s starving.

Leo. I’m not going to be here next winter. starving sculptors script

CLAY dust floats in the blue light. LEO attacks a block of alabaster with a mallet and chisel. Each THWACK echoes like a gunshot. starving sculptors script

Behind them, the alabaster block begins—just barely—to look like two figures holding each other. starving sculptors script

He looks up. Eyes wet but burning.

That wasn’t art. That was rent in plaster.