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... mornings was gradually swallowed by the rising sun.
In the wide and narrow corridors of the Imperial Palace, little eunuchs, carrying wooden buckets, busied themselves. They kept pouring freshly drawn, icy well-water over the stone stairways and brick paths, which had been permeated by the heat. The freshly poured water quickly seeped into the parched paths, and a hint of coolness, shining with the morning light, twinkled in the air.
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