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The Imperial Service precinct is a maze of bureaus, and the whole place feels grim. The Medical Bureau might b…

The Imperial Service precinct is a maze of bureaus, and the whole place feels grim. The Medical Bureau might be the easiest way in, but those physicians never seem to rest. Daytime work isn't enough, they're still studying by lamplight at night. The courtyard reeks of boiled herbs, so sharp it makes my head spin. I can't linger there. The newly established Ice Bureau is locked down tight. Who knows how much ice they're hiding in the cellars below. I still haven't found a way underground. Strangest of all is the Investigation Bureau. You won't see a soul in the daytime, but at night all kinds of figures come and go. In a quick glance, I swear I even saw someone in a skirt. And they have eyes like hawks. The moment I poked my head out, several looks cut at me like knives... (The writing breaks off here.)

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