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Status: Superstructure Assembly. Truss Formation.
Location: The Silver River - Mid-Span.
By 7:00 AM, the mist had lifted, revealing the two steel beams stretching across the river.
They were sixty feet long, black, and perfectly straight.
They were also terrifyingly thin.
To an engineer, an I-beam is a marvel of efficiency—a shape designed to maximize stiffness while minimizing weight. To a farmer, however, it looked like a diving board.
The villagers gathered on the bank were staring at the span with renewed worry. The confidence they had felt yesterday, when standing on the solid concrete block, had evaporated the moment the steel left the ground.
Concrete felt like rock. Steel felt like a trick.
"It bounces," a cart driver named Bern noted, pointing a calloused finger at the span.
He was right. As Zack walked out along the top flange of the beam to check the alignment for the next phase, the steel flexed slightly under his weight.
Boing... boing...
