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Dawn broke gently over the palace, bathing its ancient stone walls and carved pillars in a soft golden glow. In the vast inner courtyard, where marble floors still held the coolness of the night, Aarohi was already awake. As was her daily ritual, she moved gracefully across the courtyard, scattering grains for the birds. The flutter of wings and cheerful chirping filled the air as the birds gathered around her, unafraid, as though they recognized her kindness.
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