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Paris. City of Lights. City of Love.
By day, Paris was a bustling metropolis and tourist mecca. By night, it was a romantic wonderland. No matter the season, no matter the time, it was a city teeming with life and vibrancy.
But on the third of March, at four in the morning, it was the setting for something much darker.
On the streets surrounding the Louvre Museum, bakers were just opening the shops and preparing their large, fresh batches of dough for the day. The smell of heating ovens wafted out onto the empty streets and clouds of flour drifted through the back alleys.
In the courtyard surrounding the famous glass pyramid, there were few signs of life: a few drunken revelers, still celebrating from their previous night's festivities; a handful of homeless, huddled on benches and dozing off and on in the blinding lights of the street lamps overhead; an old man walking his dog, who made it his mission to stop and mark every tree along the boulevard.
And high above it all, on the roofline of the storied museum, stood a lone figure. A dark shadow against the dark of night, illuminated only by the bright light of the moon and the glow of lights adorning the building. Those near the courtyard on the morning of March 3rd claimed they saw nothing out of the ordinary. Nothing, that is, until the figure plummeted off the roof and onto the hard ground below.