The daily business of the Protectorate, filled as it was with continuing to identify collected evidence and interrogate the array of people that had been arrested in the search for Brac and the source of juice meant that, by the time Vance received the invitation to dinner at the Fortress, the hour had already passed. The evening was young enough, however, to present himself and learn what the new co-Laedans wanted, and so Vance nodded at the door attendants who let him in and followed the young woman who led him up the stairs to the sitting suite where Lowell had often met with guests and visitors. There were no flowers adorning the room now, very little trace of any of those who had come before and the old artwork of floral arrangements had been replaced by faded photography portraits of sunlit landscapes that no one alive had ever seen, taken with cameras no longer in use
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