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 Deconstruction  

© Michael C. Rudasill 1992

I.

        The technician scanned the structure, mentally retracing the plan. The project, which was nearing completion, had turned into a protracted and arduous undertaking. But the end was in sight, and soon the lofty eminence would crash into the dust.
        The ancient edifice was supported by hidden pillars that had not yielded readily to the drill. Penetration had required skill and stamina; and yet, it was not the pillars that had preserved the famous monolith from the wrecker's ball. There was a hint of mystery about the structure, a hidden trace of the gifted architect's inspired touch: an aura, almost, that breathed caution to all who encountered it. Through countless centuries a solemn beauty had graced the architect's masterwork like a pale, protective shroud, hiding it from casual abasement.

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