The scaffold creaked quietly under the weight of history yet unborn.
The laborer's gaze, met the unyielding steel — their only companion.
Bricks stacked high, whispers of the deserted underbelly murmured in shadows.
Above, the forgotten echo of silent footsteps… resumed.
"Cut here," the guidelines stark in simplicity. Bonds forged under fluorescent halo.
A wrench dramatis personae — falling in orchestrated chaos.
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