The eighty-eight stories of the Hudson Spire did not merely occupy space in the Manhattan skyline; they commanded it. From the deck of the Staten Island Ferry six miles south, the crystalline silhouette of the tower rose like a silver flame, its aerodynamic tapering curves catching the morning sunlight and refracting brilliant sheets of blue and gold across the waters of the Upper Bay. By nine o'clock in the morning,…
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