The Wistful Voyage
The letter from the Chief Inspector sat on your desk, its white envelope a stark, sterile accusation against the dark mahogany of your office at the Meridian Capital. You were fifty-two, a senior structural engineer who had spent three decades ensuring that the city’s glass and steel did not fall, yet here you were, staring at a document that threatened to dismantle your life before the board...
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