She was not taken. She was prepared. From the dust-etched basins of Sumer to the incense-thick corridors of Dynastic China, the servant of sacred purpose was never merely possessed. She was refined. Washed in oils, her skin studied like vellum. Taught silence. Instructed in stance. Grooming, in the ancient world, was not a transaction of power — it was an act of transformation.

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