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... e sixteen. The southwest tower was for the adult males who were above sixteen. The northeast tower was for young females and the northwest tower was for young males.

Most of the adult males and females were either Apprentice Priest or helpers who took care of the daily chores like Veronica. The children in the temple were few in numbers and they would mostly study and play. They took turns in helping elders.

There was a royal temple for the royal families, aristocrats and the sen ...

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