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The Last Marker

On the screen, a white hand began to sketch the history of the canal district. It drew the old factories, then the traffic, then the rising floodwaters. The narrative was clear, but the method of delivery was spellbinding. The council members watched the screen, their eyes tracking the pen as it sketched the solution: green spaces to absorb water, new tunnels for traffic, and vibrant market stalls. sparkol

He hit play.

"Make it quick, Elias," Henderson muttered. "We have three other proposals to hear." The Last Marker On the screen, a white

He wasn't just an urban planner anymore; he was a visual translator. The council members watched the screen, their eyes

The truth was, Leo hadn't had an original idea in two years. His team whispered behind his back. His caffeine intake was alarming. His whiteboard—once a battlefield of scribbled genius—was pristine.

He still has that last marker. But now, the whiteboard is never clean.