Julian's POVClaire Whitfield came to the warehouse on a Saturday in April.She brought a photographer who worked the way she worked. Quietly observing first, shooting second. He spent thirty minutes in the warehouse without taking a single photograph, just looking at the space, understanding it before he documented it.Daniel was there. Nadia was there. I had the drawings.Claire moved through the space the way she moved through everything, with the stillness of someone whose attention was her primary tool.She stopped at the east wall. "This is the problem," she said."Yes." "And the solution.""Once you commit to fixing it." She looked at the wall for a long time. "Show me," she said.I walked her through the structural correction. The load redistribution. What the second floor became once the wall was solved. She followed the logic precisely, asking one question at each stage, never getting ahead of the explanation.When I finished, she turned to look at the space where the second
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