IN THE DIMLY LIT CHAMBER, a somber atmosphere enveloped Lauretta as she meticulously dissected the small, lifeless bird upon the table. Shadows cast eerie silhouettes on the cold stone walls, a pungent scent hanging heavy in the air. Steady hands were at work, a blade gliding delicately to expose what was concealed within. It was then a solemn voice came from the doorway, her mistress bidding for her assistance; a new task for the wretched woman. Once more, they return to their pens, Lauretta disposing of her bloodied gloves as she left feathers and remnants of the bird scattered across the table.