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The building at No. 12 stood at the corner of a bustling European capital. When its foundation was laid in , the air smelled of coal smoke and optimism. The residents were aristocrats in corsets and top hats, discussing the "New Era" over gramophone records.

As the clock ticked toward the millennium, the building’s youngest resident sat by a window, not listening to a gramophone or a radio, but staring at a glowing computer screen. The world was shrinking into a series of wires and signals. 20_ti_vek

Post-war gray gave way to the Space Age. Televisions flickered in the windows, showing a flickering blue image of a man walking on the moon. The old horse stables in the back were paved over for a new invention: the family car. The building at No