The palace had a different quality in the morning.
Raze had visited it enough times to know that the building changed depending on the hour, the way all large structures changed depending on how light moved through them and how many people were in motion within them. In the afternoon it was a working institution, the particular hum of administrative function audible in the corridor traffic and the quality of attention the staff moved with. In the evening it was formal, the architecture asserting itself through candlelight and the deliberate posture of ceremony.
In the morning it was simply large. Stone and space and the specific quiet of a place that had not yet organized itself around the day's requirements.
