"As the agent pushed through the door and flicked the switch with theatrical flourish (I half-expected him to pronounce "fiat lux"), all else seemed to recede and the space before me took full command: I was aware of the high roof, the exposed infrastructure and the oddly sulphurous light of the spots - the day's heavy mist seemed to have penetrated the space, yet did nothing to dampen the sudden positive turn of emotion within. Half the floor appeared to be genuine Terrazzo, so incongruous in this loft space. Thoughts forked, branched: winter parties; spring light, once that wall and roof area were given over to glass; fantastic views of the city; and above all, a place to work, to rest, to find peace..."
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