The Architect's Hubris

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The wind howled across the Scottish Highlands, a mournous sound that seemed to echo the secrets buried beneath the peat. My observatory sat on the edge of a jagged cliff, a spire of iron and glass that looked like a needle trying to stitch the earth to the sky. I, Dr. Alistair, had spent forty years mapping the geography of the soul. I believed that consciousness was not a mystery, but a...

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