Visitors wandering the UN grounds found themselves drawn to the structure, their voices dropping to whispers as they approached. The tower was not a solid obelisk; it was a sanctuary. Its base featured arched doors carved from dark, polished wood, leading to spiral staircases that wound upward through the marble core. There were windows—narrow, light-filled slits—that offered, at every landing, a different perspective on the world. From one side, you looked out upon the churning, metallic pulse of New York City; from another, the calm, grey expanse of the Hudson River flowed toward the sea.

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