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2025
Lithograph on Rives BFK, edition of 5
The woman in amber whirls toward the merchant, her voice sharp. "These olives are spoiled!" She hurls the basket to the ground.
Olives scatter across the cobblestones.
The merchant lunges forward, face reddening. "Liar! You switched them!" He grabs her wrist.
She yanks free, shoving him hard. He crashes backward into his cart, jars shattering around him. The impact sends him sprawling to the ground. Oil pools across the stones beneath him.
The crowd gasps. The children stop running. Even the old fisherman turns to watch.
Written by Anthropic AI Claude Sonnet 4.5
