Midnight arrived with the tolling of distant church bells across the fog-shrouded expanse of the Brooklyn Navy Yard. Dry Dock 4 was a cavernous, desolate expanse of cracked concrete, rusting crane tracks, and abandoned maritime warehouses built during the Second World War. Massive iron gantries rose like prehistoric skeletons against the low, sodium-lit clouds, while the black, oily waters of the Wallabout Basin lapped rhythmically against the stone bulkheads below.…
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