Fifty miles north of Seattle in the foothill town of Arlington, the vast manufacturing plant of Pacific Mass Timber smelled intoxicatingly of cured resin, fresh wood shavings, and the sweet, balsamic cedar oils of the Pacific Northwest. Inside the two-hundred-foot climate-controlled assembly bay, a seven-axis German robotic milling arm moved with hypnotic precision over a thirty-foot curved beam of Alaskan yellow cedar. Water jets and carbide bits shaped the dense…
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