The Pipes Beneath Brooklyn
ACT I: THE TRAP The nine of them stood in front of the abandoned factory on the edge of Bushwick on a Saturday morning in March, their breath visible in the cold air. Carlos held a crumpled map that his father had drawn on the back of a repair invoice, his thumb smudged with grease where he'd been tracing the passages. "He says there's a room down there," Carlos told the others. "A storage...
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