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STORY 35: GLASS HOUSE

作者: Succy writes
last update 公開日: 2026-04-05 13:04:00

Chapter 1: The Commission

The brief had been simple: photograph the house before it sold.

Indigo had read it twice because simple briefs from architects were usually not simple. They said photograph the house and meant photograph it the way I see it, which required understanding how the architect saw it, which required understanding the architect.

The house was called the Glass House in the commission documents. Not officially. Just what the agency had written in the field labeled project name
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