The container ship arrived in the wane of night. As Nio was brought up from the hold, she could smell grease and ocean grime. Outside, bright lights on stilts lit the concrete and girders of a cargo port. The container ship had docked under a row of red offloading cranes, like massive angular arms, which had begun lifting the containers one at a time wi…
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