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The glass tower in the center of the city, which we called the Spire because it had no other name that fit its arrogance, had been built on a lie, and I knew this with the absolute, bone-deep certainty that only a child can possess when the adults around them are too busy drinking champagne to notice the floor crumbling beneath their feet, and it was a Tuesday afternoon in late October, the...
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