Many of the books I have read told of secret passageways or a library which, in the event that you knew of its existence, and you knew exactly where it was found and how to utilize it, you’d push something in a board and the board could slip open, allowing you to go downstairs into a concealed room.
I have never needed to get a concealed room because my solitude was always admired. If I wished to escape, I simply went into my bedroom and shut the door. The message to everybody in the home was do not disturb her, do not knock on her door, do not call her name. She will come out when she is prepared.
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