Large portions of the gallery were dark. Ghostly mannequins with...
Large portions of the gallery were dark. Ghostly mannequins with hidden faces stood along the walls and half-hidden in recesses, some spotlit from a bulb in the floor or streaked down from rigging above. Multiple floodlights in the ceiling were off.
Except for the music, the museum was quiet. No hum of HVAC, no whispers or voices. When the weakened speakers sporadically gave out, the only sounds came from Sophia’s and Josh’s feet: his hard clicks, hers a smack of bare feet on dirty tiles.
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