The Wistful Mountain

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Chapter One The Palace of Whispers did not stand so much as it persisted, a heavy, stone-fisted thing gripping the hillside like a bruise. Dinesh Pillai smelled the damp before he saw the arches, that distinct, rotting odor of wet paper and old blood that clung to the masonry. He was forty-two, his hands rough from years of handling brittle folios, and he had six months until his pension began....

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