# MuSR / 

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{"choices":"['Anthony', 'Max']","narrative":"In the piercing silence of a New York night, Dwayne's life was brutally ended by a sickle's blade in his own car, launching Detective Winston into a dangerous game of truth and lies with suspects, Anthony and Max.\n\nWinston was sitting in his dark office, squinting at the collection of photographs from the crime scene. Dwayne’s last ride – the car was a crime scene on its own. A car that belonged to the celebrated art dealer, Max. \n\nThe empty passenger seat next to where Dwayne’s life was taken was a jarring image, the shadow of the uneven coat hanger sticking out like some grotesque sculpture. Only two people on the scene – the deceased and the driver. Max. \n\nA few nights ago, Winston had seen the two men together at an art exhibition, both appeared engaged in animated conversation before they left together, Dwayne accompanying Max to the car.\n\nIronically, that very evening at the exhibition, when the discussion began to focus on the art trade, Max excused himself to use the restroom - a habit he had too often displayed. He was strangely elusive when it came to conversations about the art dealing business. But that wasn’t all. Later that night, someone asked Max about a recent art heist. Startled by this, he quickly switched the conversation to discuss the latest sports news. Discussing the current performance of the local baseball team to be exact.\n\nPeople attributed Max’s swift exits during trade talks as an eccentricity of an obsessed art lover, but they started becoming suspicious when Max's speedy departure followed the query about the art heist.\n\nThere's one thing about Artworld - reputation is everything. A tiny ink stain of scandal can become a tremendous blot on an art dealer’s reputation. Public humiliation, such as being caught up in a forgery scandal, could be the death sentence in this high-class world. \n\nMax knew this, he had always been acutely aware that his hard-earned reputation lay on the basic premise of authenticity. He was proud of his reputation, often boasting about his record of dealing only in authentic pieces. But Dwayne had something else in mind. Word had it that he was preparing to expose one of Max’s famed pieces as a hoax at the next exhibit.\n\nWinston decided it was high time he paid a visit to Max. The esteemed Art dealer had some hard questions to answer.\n\nWinston carefully brushed away the shards of glass that crunched under his brown leather brogues. This was not just any car. This was Dwayne's. The same car that Dwayne refused to cede possession of the keys to anyone, save for one...friend. Anthony.\n\nHe recalled his prior visit to Anthony's art studio. \"The medium is just as important as the message,\" Anthony once told him. Winston, even then, captivated by the sculptural sequences of religious allegory, all lovingly carved by the man himself with a pottage of tools, including their shared favorite -- a sickle.\n\nAnthony had recently poured his beliefs and faith into his work, passionately emphasizing his religious themes. His disquieting fervor was evident in every sculpture, each bearing an ominous sickle, a tool he had been using for the last five years.\n\nWinston shuffled through his notes and found the transcript of a sermon given by Anthony, where he vehemently said the non-believers were threats. A veiled offensive, inspired by Dwayne, who never refrained from criticizing Anthony's religious art nor his belief systems, a matter that Anthony took immense offense to.\n\nAnthony, no stranger to Dwayne's criticism, had requested a meeting with Dwayne. \"Dwayne,\" he had written, \"it's urgent. We meet by your car. You know the place.\" Anthony had the keys to the car belonging to the man he disagreed with most, the man whose disbelief became a source of disdain for him.\n\nWinston remembered the sobering reality --- he now stood at the very location of their meet. Dwayne's car. A discovery that was both alarming and fascinating, considering Anthony was, to his knowledge, the only other person who had access to it.\n\nBack at his office, Winston eyed the order forms, spread wide on his disheveled desk. Sickle after sickle being ordered in retrospect, all intended for Anthony's art projects.\n\n\"Why sickles? Isn't it a bit risqué in these times, Anthony?\" Winston once asked him. Anthony merely laughed it off, avoiding the question. Today, as he pieced together the facts of Dwayne's demise, the laugh was rather disquieting.\n\nWinston blew out a tired breath, tapping his pen against a stack of papers. This case was becoming a complex labyrinth, and Anthony, once just an artist fueled by his faith, was slowly emerging as a puzzle piece of bewildering proportions.","question":"Who is the most likely murderer?"}

Source: https://zayne-sprague.github.io/MuSR/

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