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The room is dank, no one has obviously been in here for a while. The dust on the ground shows no evidence of footsteps, and rather than disturb it, he steps off to the sides and into the shadows.
The building is one big room, laid out like a church, row upon row of long wooden pews, but unlike a church, there are no Godly statues, there are no religious symbols. He works his way into the corner and looks over the room.
"It's an art gallery?" he questions himself.
The side walls are lined with portrait paintings, large artworks with gold scalloped edges. Each of the paintings is a man, is various posses. A hunter, a farmer, a military officer in a uniform not recognizable, even a fisherman. They are all in like possess, full length, standing upright, one leg raised and resting on something.
He walks down the side of the room and looks up at first painting as it towers over him. A small bronze plaque at the bottom appears to be inscribed. Pioneer raises his hand over the plague and wipes the dirt clean. The inscription is almost unreadable, but there is an unmistakeable number at the bottom.
A date.
His eyes raise and examines the painting again, the hunter. The deceased hunter. He steps back a little and is startled with the new view of the painting. His breathe shortens and his eyes widen as he takes in the scene. His head darts about at the other paintings as he quickly scans them all.
He is not sure, not yet, at what he has seen.
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