The biting cold of January froze the surface of Puget Sound into glassy stillness, while low winter fog curled around the massive timber arches of Pier 58. Thirty feet below the waterline of Elliott Bay, inside the newly submerged underwater acrylic glass observation tunnel of the Maritime Pavilion, Nora Sterling and Ethan Vance stood in stunned, reverent silence. Surrounding them in a seamless, two-hundred-foot curving vault of six-inch German optical…
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