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... dings stood empty – relics of a manufacturing boom that had died decades ago. Now they served as havens for the homeless, drug dealers, and apparently, mysterious figures who insisted on dramatic meeting locations.
Pier 7 jutted out into the water, the old dock creaking under my weight as I approached the warehouse at its end. No lights. No signs of life. Just darkness and the smell of oil-stained water.
I wasn't nervous.
At 2%, this would have felt like walking into a tr ...
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