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The palace itself seemed to breathe softly in the afternoon sun. The long corridors glimmered in the incoming light, carpets absorbed the scent of incense and candle wax, and the soft echo of his shoes on the marble accompanied his steps. A gorgeous female with short red hair dressed in a short skirt and top, crossed courtyards with sparkling fountains, their waters reflecting the golden rays of the sun, and finally reached the square by the stables. It was a clearing, surrounded by sturdy walls and wooden fences against which horses scraped their hooves. Straw lay loosely scattered across the wooden planks, mingling with the scent of sweat and earth, a scent that always made him sharp and lively.
