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For eight years architect Sharon Raz has been staring death in the face. Obsessed with anything that smells of dying, preferably slowly, best when the end is foretold. Except that the death that preoccupies Raz is not that of human beings, at least not in the physical sense. An architect to his core, the corpses that interest him are those of buildings. Since 2004, when he abandoned a promising career, Sharon...