
Another construction site offered me a chance to infiltrate. I entered a stairwell which still smelled like curing concrete. I moved up slowly floor by floor. Each level framed a new panorama. I continued to the roof, and paused to look over my city. Luminous streets below carved through the darkness of the rooftops. Over the city is a landscape of shadows.
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