A crisp, sunlit morning in early November bathed the waters of Upper New York Bay in sparkling silver light. At Berth 7 in Red Hook, the scene was one of humming, disciplined, industrial majesty. Elena and Marco walked along the newly paved asphalt pier, wearing dark wool coats and safety hard hats bearing the Bellini-Santoro crest. Above them, four colossal electric gantry cranes moved along their polished rails with a…
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