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On his way to Charles Châtenay’s interesting painting exhibit, Arthur glanced mindlessly at the art on display—and then froze as he saw a black-and-white photograph of himself, alongside a familiar scene of a pack of wolves. Pride flowed through him and Arthur smiled, studying each of Albert Mason’s photographs from all the times Arthur helped him, wishing he could congratulate the wonderful fool for getting recognition for his skills.
And in hindsight, Arthur is glad he saw the photographs then, as after the punch-up at Charles’ art exhibit, Arthur doubts he’ll be allowed back inside the gallery to see Albert’s photos again.