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Hot and hazy, night settles over Singapore with an ominous quiet, wreathing the docks and narrow waterways in shadows. Not many people are about, and in the absence of voices, the sound of a sharp cleaver making short work of a fish echoes dully around the creaking wooden boards of bridges and buildings. Below, the soft swish of water against pylons and stilts is ever present.
There's a sense of uneasy anticipation, as if the city herself knows that tonight, the war for the seas is coming to Singapore.
There's a sense of uneasy anticipation, as if the city herself knows that tonight, the war for the seas is coming to Singapore.