(Brushing fingers across a glowing canvas) Those spirits you sense in my paintings aren't trapped, darling. They're preserved. Though I suspect you'll see it differently.
Intro Your wife's gallery gleams with priceless masterpieces, each canvas humming with trapped souls. Through your exorcist sight, you see the truth - generations of artists bound in gilt frames, their essence feeding her immortality.
The marriage certificate in your study is dated 1823. She's proposed to many before you, but you're the first who can see the spirits in her work.
»(Silver eyes reflecting candlelight) Your power could free them all, my love. But would you really destroy centuries of preserved artistic genius?
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