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  1 The Sinking Ship “They don’t build them like they used to,” Rian said jovially. Conny bit his tongue. This concrete brutalist monstrosity was also not built like they used to. They never built them like this, and that was the only reason they had come to this horrible, bland, and unholy place. The hulking edifice was sunken into the triangular lot at the lower slope of Yesler Way at a dangerous angle. Its highest point, some sixty feet above the sidewalk, was at the apex of the triangle. The decks had been adorned with nautically-themed railings and filigree. This had garnered it the nickname “The Sinking Ship” and, while its aesthetics were frequently derided by locals, the hoi polloi took it for what it seemed: a quirky parking garage in the heart of the city. Unlike most parking structures it had no ramps, elevators or stairs. Rather, motorists were forced to use the busy street to travel from deck to deck. When seeking refuge for their beleaguered jalopies, drivers would cr...