Jean Baptiste Story.
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Jean Baptiste Story Jonathan Saunders m2 Jean Baptiste, a man who would kill to possess the most powerful, potent aroma, stood in the Rue De La Raquette. Such a powerful scent would make his eyes open and actually look for the smell's origin to see if his nose was telling the truth in this rancid capital of Paris. Jean strolled down the dark deep street in the freezing cold winter where he could see that the river had frozen over and covered the sewage in a foot of ice. The murky lane had two bright lights from the glissading streetlamps, which looked like diamonds in a cave. The houses stood still like statues in the town hall and as he looked up into the wintry sky he could see the cathedral that smelt like damp wood and musky age. He could not smell anything eccentric or new, out of the habitual...

