The Golden Myth
The blueprints were wrong again. You looked at the tracing paper under the desk lamp, the light casting long, yellow shadows across the linoleum floor of the empty municipal office. The lines you had drawn with a 2H pencil, precise and deliberate, had shifted. The load-bearing calculations for the eastern truss were now annotated with a margin of error that did not exist in your original draft....
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