Chapter 17 Paris Arrival

Chapter 17: 17 Paris Arrival

The descent was smooth, almost too smooth for how fast we were dropping. Outside the window, the darkness thinned into a muted gray, then slowly gave way to the scattered glow of Paris below. The city didn’t have the rigid order I was used to—its lights stretched unevenly, softer, almost careless, cut through by the dark curve of the Seine.

It looked beautiful.

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