The fog over the East River began to thicken into an opaque gray soup, swirling around the concrete pylons of the abandoned grain elevator. The distant horn of a harbor tugboat echoed through the mist like a mournful wail. Sofia was packing the optical spotting scope into its padded nylon case when a sudden, microscopic glint of optic refraction caught the corner of her eye. It was three hundred yards…
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