The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The arch is going, Elias. I heard the snap before I saw the dust, a sharp, dry crack that sounded like a bone breaking under a hammer. Julian stood at the edge of the rotunda, his face pale in the dim light, holding a clipboard that looked absurdly light in his hands. He was telling me the foundation was stable, that the sensors had read zero displacement, that we were safe. But my hands were...

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