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A sanctuary for palace attendants. Here, rigid protocols soften, allowing for rest and hushed whispers of cour…

A sanctuary for palace attendants. Here, rigid protocols soften, allowing for rest and hushed whispers of court secrets. Within this refuge, spirits are restored to face the morrow's duties. In quiet moments, one might lean on a vermilion rail, whispering secrets not to the court, but to the birds in gilded cages.

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