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    The East

    The east side of the city is often considered the heart of Sacrosanct. It's here were the majority of the shopping district can be found, deep in the heart of downtown. It's here that magic thrives, it hums in every stone and can be felt in every breath. Often times, new comers to the city may be come overwhelmed by such sensations but, eventually, it becomes an ever present feeling that's hardly noticed. The streets of the east side are frequented by all species as many companies are housed in the sky scrapers and hole in the wall establishments that line the streets.

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    Cat's Meow

    owned by Nadya Tetradore
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    Cat's Meow

    An older brick building tucked downtown with only a neon sign above the steel door saying Cat's Meow and the drifting of music to let you know of the burlesque within. The inner confines have a lavish feeling of comfort and style. At one end of the building is a large stage for the dancers to entertain with small round tables scattered in front for the customers to sip or dine while watching. Directly across from the stage is a fully stocked bar so you’re never without a view of the entertainment.

    Owner Nadya Tetradore

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    Downtown

    Downtown

    The city has a unique skyline, clashing between modern sky rises and small victorian storefronts. In the heart of downtown, the sleek colored glass buildings reign supreme though their old-world roots can be seen in the most peculiar places from the lamp post styled electric street light to the stone sidewalks. The old world architecture slowly returns the further from downtown you travel, however.

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    Inner Sanctum

    owned by Alexander Macedonia
    2 employees

    Inner Sanctum

    This hidden little cafe is loaded with essentricities and antiques that fill every corner of this remarkable place. The walls are lined with oddities from every corner of the world. Beyond the intriging decor, this place is known for it's delectable coffees and it's exquisite latte art.

    Owner Alexander Macedonia

    Barista Alexis Wilde
    Barista Calliel Alosi

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    Red on the Water

    owned by Isolt Griffin
    2 employees

    Red on the Water

    Nestled in a pleasant alcove that is but a stone?s throw away from the dazzling labyrinth of downtown, Red on the Water is a spectacle in its own right. Renovated in the style of a classic Irish pub with a dash of modern flare befitting the city that boasts it, this up-and-coming venue is the perfect place to snag an impeccably prepared home-cooked meal and enjoy the city?s most impressive collection of brews from Ireland and beyond. You and your guests are sure to be mesmerized and invigorated by the energetic offerings of the live Celtic band to be found here every weekend.

    Owner Isolt Griffin

    Co-Owner Damon Marcello
    Waitress Yumi Chizue

we are the sign, we are the wonder108.93.10.156Posted On September 24, 2016 at 5:11 PM by anastasia romanova

Anastasia Romanova
This, as all things, had not been a decision the young Russian had come upon lightly or without some rather intimidating measure of internal squabble. She had toiled with the details of how she might ask of Alexander what she required of him, what she hoped he might do for her if for no other reason than the bound they shared with one another. It was a quandary that had come dutifully in the wake of her having acquired the remarkable and easily-recognizable box, an epic venture that had taken well over a decade to know completion, punctuated with far more disappointment and dispair than Anastasia could have ever rightly anticipated. And so it would stand to reason well enough, even with Alexander being yet unaware of her toils for this particular bauble, that he would meet her request with resistance she finds she is quite unsurprised by.

But expected though it had been, when her maker's resistance does come, it is as the initial blow of a battering ram to the would-be fortified door of Anastasia's resolve. Heritage and training had built this young woman into a titanium monilith not to be easily shaken by any force known to man... save for the words, the touch, of the sole individual she held upon the highest of pedestals. Far above all others was Alexander. And so she meets his words with the insistent and curt shaking of her head, the words that leave her far more steely in their delivery than the conviction that lay behind them. "I am reminded well enough. History reminds us of what is lost every day, Alex." The Duchess softens then, meeting the glances of her savior dutifully, a plea that needs not the words to follow glistening in the sage depths of her upturned eyes. "You will keep it safe for me, yes?" She shifts again to press the jeweled bauble into his outstretched hand, sealing this transfer with the soft yet doubtlessly firm embrace of her own.

Anastasia retreats a step and it is as if the removal of the box has transformed her, for back to the stoic, elegant royal is she. She had always been willful, even as a young girl, and not even the corrosion of a passing century had been sufficient to rub the regal gloss from her. Seeking to deter any further refusal on the part of her maker, Anastasia casts her eyes to the miscelleanous trinkets that don the walls of his office, a look of utter whimsy flashing there. "So tell me... what has brought you here? What about this little town is so appealling that it has captured the attentions of Alexander the Great?"



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