The Wistful Incense

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The Palace of Echoes was not a building. It was a lung. It breathed in the silence of the world and exhaled the noise of the court. I was the Inspector of Whispers. My title was a joke, a light thing, a feather in the heavy, humid air of the halls. I wore a suit of grey wool that cost more than a man’s life. My shoes were polished to a mirror shine. I smiled often. It was part of the job. The...

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