Missing Artist...

Taxes, taxes, taxes was the only thing Daelia heard about from sun up to sun down. After listening carefully to their conversations and several more patient explanations from Sealen, she had begun to understand the bleak conditions to which she had unknowingly entered. Wagons arrived at doors on Leiden Street every day to haul away furniture and treasured possessions from those who could no longer pay the heavy taxes they owed. One by one many houses became empty and abandoned by those who had lost everything.

The rich, however, seemed to have all the money in the world to spend on decorating their homes. Only a few small painting now remained in the shop.

Where, oh where is Finneas?
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Chapter 5 of Daelia is up!