Pier Three of the Brooklyn Navy Yard stood shrouded in industrial gloom. The historic naval facility, once home to the construction of mighty battleships during World War II, was now a cavernous labyrinth of rusted gantry cranes, derelict drydocks, and massive brick warehouses. Rain poured relentlessly through the cracked skylights fifty feet overhead, drumming a hollow, mournful rhythm against corrugated steel and concrete. In the center of the vast drydock…
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