Chapter 24Barcelona, Spain - November 1906Though I have yet to understand my true purpose, I sense my destiny approaching like a rider on the horizon. It comes closer with each passing day as I continue to grow. As my magnificent bell towers slowly reach toward the sky.
Someday, there will be four of them, unique and enormous, tips brushing the very clouds that drift overhead. They will be unlike anything ever built by mankind, anything ever imagined.
Though only two have been started, and they are barely taller than forty meters, I can feel the full presence of all four of them already. I can feel their height and weight and shape like phantom limbs.
And I know they will be great. I know they will overshadow every man and woman in Barcelona—in all Catalonia.
Every one of them.
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