A thousand feet in the air, behind a grimy marble railing that nobody in the street can see, looking out on carved goddesses and griffons, the sun barely reaching these lonely terraces where even the elevators fear to tread.
Up here, the marble turns to flesh, up here, the sculptures start to breathe. Up here, it's magic. Up here, the rungs of the ladder carry you endlessly upward til the handrails dissolve into clouds....
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