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Warehouse 12 sat near the river where the city let itself loosen; shipping containers slept like heavy, dumb fish. The warehouse itself was a skeleton of brick and rust, recently reclaimed by artists and people who fancied themselves artists. Inside, the space held an audience that felt like a collage: designers, engineers, anonymous benefactors, and a handful of friends who looked like they’d been asked and had accepted without fingernails bitten down to the quick.