The Distant Affair
The tower fell at dawn. It did not crash. It simply exhaled, a long, metallic sigh that shook the dust from the rafters of the city square. You watched from the balcony, your fingers white-knuckled on the iron railing. The structure was your life. It was your spine. It was the only thing that held the sky up when the ground refused to bear your weight. You were an architect in a city that had...
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