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... chid Palace had shifted from one of regal authority to a stifling, secretive oppression. The nights were no longer peaceful; they were filled with the heavy, musk-scented air of the Sect Leader's private quarters, a sanctuary that had been thoroughly desecrated. The ancient wards that were meant to keep intruders out now served a darker purpose: they kept the screams of pleasure and the sounds of absolute domination locked within.
It was deep into the Hour of the Rat. The moon hung high ...
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