The Distant Nightmare
The champagne in your glass has gone flat, a thin film of oil floating on the surface. You are thirty-two, standing in the center of the banquet hall, surrounded by the hollow laughter of your father’s colleagues. They are men who built bridges that held and factories that burned, men who look at you with a mixture of pity and professional curiosity. You are the structural engineer who has come...
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