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... , and only gave me tasks through clipped, one-word commands. It was unnerving. I found myself hovering near the edge of his vision, almost hoping for a glare.
But then, the vibe of the site changed.
I noticed it first. I’ve spent my life being the guy no one notices, so I’m hyper-aware of when people start looking.
It started with the phones. Group of locals, maybe students or tourists, were lingering near the restricted fence. They weren’t looking at the architecture. Th ...
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