The Grand Port Maritime de Marseille at four o’clock in the morning was a vast, desolate labyrinth of rusted steel, stacked shipping containers, and industrial gloom. A thick, freezing autumn fog rolled in from the Mediterranean, cloaking the deep-water berths in a murky white shroud that muffled sound and reduced visibility to less than thirty yards. The towering red gantry cranes stood like giant skeletal dinosaurs frozen in the mist,…
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