The Cold Geometry of a Suburban Line Drawn in Sunlit Concrete and Silence
CHAPTER 1: THE DRIVEN LINE The sound reached Mark before the shadow did. It was a sharp, shifting clatter—heavy glass grinding against brittle plastic—less than three feet behind his neck. Mark didn’t flinch. Decades of directing forty-ton cranes through tight utility corridors had taught his nerves to skip the panic phase and go straight to…