Save for one. One Canada Square, a pyramid-capped obelisk of stainless steel and glass, rose fifty storeys into the sky, reaching for the heavens. On some days it even punctured the clouds. Visible for thirty miles, its walls remained strong, and after forty years of neglect and punishment it sported only a vague weathering. The perfect beacon with which to draw wandering traders, intrepid explorers, and lonely travellers. The tower was aglow with blue artificial light, throwing a ghostly shadow upon the crumbling remains of the surrounding capital. The blackened waters of the Thames were painted with reflections of the glittering spire and the decks of wizened ships lining the quays. The sight brought Norman ultimate relief. The darkness of London had been a harrowing gauntlet; the tall buildings had blocked out the starlight, leaving him near blind, save for the convoy’s few scattered lamps. The sound of hooves upon broken tarmac filled his ears as the light of the tower drew the procession from the darkness.
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