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A SHIP WAS BLAZING BRIGHTLY ALONGSIDE ONE OF THE WHARVES NEAR THE BRIDGE, AND THE AIR WAS FULL OF DRIFTING SMUTS AND OF A HEAVY ACRID SMELL OF BURNING (p. 108).