The Wistful Mirror
The chisel bit into the calibration mark on the steel plate, a sharp, metallic shriek that cut through the sterile silence of the atrium, and Elias Thorne wiped the shavings from his thumb with the back of a gloved hand that had spent thirty years feeling the grain of concrete and the fatigue of steel. He was fifty-two, a structural engineer whose career was built on the invisible architecture...
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