The Wistful Incense

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The light in the tribunal hall had the quality of old varnish, thick and yellow, hanging low over the cane rows that stretched out beyond the glass walls of the palace. Mireille Fanon stood at the center of the room, the air humming with the low, electric buzz of the work bell from the rival yard outside, a sound that seemed to vibrate in her teeth. She held the sealed letter from her brother,...

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