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... e gangplank — the specific layered smell of the city that he had catalogued on his first day and had stopped consciously noticing somewhere in the second week. Salt and stone and charcoal and the particular warmth of a city that had been standing in the same place for a very long time.
He stopped at the foot of the gangplank and breathed it in.
Behind him Paris was talking to the harbor official — the easy, practiced charm of a returning traveler making the correct social noises. ...
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