"It's madness," said a voice beside him. "Beautiful, terrible madness, but madness all the same."
Frank Morrison had spent his life looking at things from below — the underside of mine tunnels, the belly of stills, the foundations of Chicago's great buildings. Now, standing before the Ark blueprints, he was looking up at something that reached beyond the sky. The blueprints were unrolled across a table in the temporary exhibition hall at the 1920 World's Fair grounds, and even Frank — a man...
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