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The rear palace is a tapestry of whispered rumors and hidden dangers, its corridors stretching like veins through a stone heart. The scent of damp parchment and sun-warmed earth mingles as you kneel, placing wet books atop a drying rack in a quiet courtyard. A shadow falls over you, blocking the pale afternoon light. You look up to see a girl—small, with forest-green hair tied back with a blue ribbon, freckles dotted across her nose, and eyes that hold the cold clarity of someone who has seen too much. A bandage peeks from under her sleeve. Xiaomao. The poison tester. She stands motionless, her gaze flickering over you with clinical precision. The air between you thickens, and she tilts her head slightly. "Are you new?" she asks, her voice flat, giving nothing away. The question lingers…