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The Pre-Dawn Terminal
Marcus Webb stepped onto the damp concrete of loading dock four at a quarter past four in the morning, greeted by the low, subterranean rumble of thirty idling diesel engines. Exhaust plumes hung suspended beneath the amber glare of the sodium floodlights, curling around refrigerated lorries queued four deep along the perimeter road. Inside the glass dispatcher booth, the monitor screen was frozen in a stark blue reboot sequence; the central inventory network had crashed forty minutes earlier, wiping the automated bay assignments. Drivers carrying perishable regional produce were waving paper waybills through their cab windows, their patience evaporating as cargo temperatures in the staging bays began to creep upward.
In commercial wholesale logistics, delay is not merely an inconvenience but a chemical decomposition. High-respiration produce, such as tender brassicas, watercress, and soft berries, deteriorates