You reach Emperor Court along a new road, a dreamy petrol-blue expanse, cutting wide and perfect across a delta of wild marshland. You turn off the main coastal route and keep the remains of a village behind you: the closed up service station, the vacant play park and roadside café, the row of yellow terraced cottages, subsided, threatened. The road is strewn with traffic barricades, feathered grass arcs to an unheard breeze. The car engine sounds troubled, and it has been like that ever since you left the city. But everything is fine. You are nearly there. Your final destination. The turns of the road offer glimpses of the building’s white stucco depth, but face on, the wide, high frontage is mostly glass. Sheer, obscure, aquatic. A turquoise enhancement of the sky.
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