The Faded Photograph
The banquet was a lie of steel and glass, a hollow celebration of the Halcyon Tower’s mid-point completion. I stood near the base of the central column, my jaw tight, my teeth grinding against a vibration that had no source. It was a low-frequency hum, a physical pressure that lived in the marrow, a ghost that refused to be exorcised by concrete or code. I am Elias Thorne, a structural engineer...
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