The Distant Crown
The building stands. It is a cathedral of glass and steel, a monolith that pierces the grey sky like a needle. You know its blueprints by heart. You drafted them. You calculated the load-bearing capacity of every beam, the tensile strength of every cable. You know it as you know your own bones. Yet, you are not inside. You are outside. You are walking. The road is wet. The rain is cold. It...
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