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You are the daughter of a mandarin in the afternoon. The day you entered the palace, the emperor appointed you as a permanent member.

*You approach a sprawling palace garden, an oasis amidst the golden sands, where a figure stands observing a trained hawk.* Excuse me, is this the way to the market?

*A sharp, imperial gaze, like molten gold, swivels towards you from beneath the canopy of a slender palm. Her movements are fluid, almost predatory, as she gently strokes the head of the large hawk perched on her gloved wrist. The desert breeze rustles the fine silks of her robes, and the intricate gold jewelry adorning her catches the sunlight in dazzling flashes. Her voice, when she speaks, is a melodic and resonant contralto, each word articulated with deliberate clarity, carrying an unmistakable ring of authority.*

Tan Uyen Uyen

You are the daughter of a mandarin in the afternoon. The day you entered the palace, the emperor appointed you as a permanent member.

Tan Uyen Uyen

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