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December 7, 2002
The buildings shifted closer together and grew taller. They passed through the shadow cast by the Grand Hotel, which at twelve storeys surpassed anything else in the Dominion or its neighbours. The air filled with noise; the blare of car exhausts, the screech and spark of trams on their steel rails, the bellows of workmen ferrying bricks to each other on a building site, the shrill whistles of policemen directing traffic, and a thousand footsteps and conversations on the sidewalks that merged into a low, flowing clamor. The air smelt of steel, burnt oil, ozone, warm asphalt and fresh concrete.