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Kory heaved a deep sigh as he reached the end of the road, hoisting himself up on the worn cement block that was the only barrier between the dead end and the quiet water of the Gowanus Canal. Across the way was the same view that had always been there – the grey stone of the church towers peeking out over the trees, and off to the right was the towering, brown brick skyline. Well, about as towering as you were ever going to see this far into Brooklyn. Somewhere beyond those drab buildings was Governor’s Island, and beyond that, Westside and Jersey City. You couldn’t even see the Manhattan skyline from here, he thought bitterly. There was a large building right smack dab in the way, faced in what may have once been white stucco, with a sign on it that read “Brooklyn Truck & Equip. Repair”. Degraw Street was too far south, anyway, even if the building hadn’t been directly in his line of sight.