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In the following days Nyxport changed in ways that no pamphlet could measure. Market songs adopted a cadence older than memory, and people in trams laughed at jokes they’d never heard but felt intimate with. The gutters collected new scents—sea grass and citrus—and artists who had painted only metallic maps began to carve little boats into their work. Not everyone noticed the alteration. Not everyone wanted it. But small things shifted: a vendor who had never smiled before hummed under his breath as he wrapped a paper-wrapped pastry; a child who had always been twitchy found her hands steady enough to thread beads.