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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.

    What's You'll Find Here

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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

Don't fret precious, I'm here107.13.105.153Posted On August 31, 2016 at 4:45 AM by Davante Dorian

Little angel go away, come again some other day.
The devil has my ear today.

Leaving Sacrosanct behind had been briefly difficult; I had some hesitation about leaving without saying a word of my whereabouts to anyone who might have missed my presence. Damon had come to mind, but I assumed he’d surmise something had happened that needed my attention elsewhere. Isolt might find a similar conclusion, but when I hadn’t been paged or anything of the sort by anyone, it was far easier to fall silent and communication to fall dead. Much easier was it to simply slide back into my normal life now, and let the bees come to the honey than seek them out.

I wasn’t as interested in my drink as I wanted to be. The whiskey was familiar and the way it burned as it went down should have given me those delicious shivers; this time it didn’t. It didn’t have the chance to burn on the way down as a voice interrupted my lips from touching the glass. Instead of reaching for the drink before the voice clicked to memory, I placed the glass down with only mild exasperation until the baritone voice registered.

“You must have lowered your standards. $500.00 is a measly fine, brother.”

Damon’s wry amusement with himself felt infectious. It transfered from his crooked grin to my growing smile, brightening both of our eyes. There was something comfortingly easy about our interactions as there always had been, as if a day hadn’t been missed. In reality, that’s how “friendships” are supposed to be, aren’t they? Granted, in my fairly limited experience I’ve been friends with mainly men who would get you thrown in prison and leave you there while they exploited their freedom. However, perhaps that’s more of a personal choice than circumstantial…

“Are you going to explain this sanction to me?” I nodded to the seat nearest me. “Sit. I was just thinking of placing a bet to whether or not that guy is a vampire and he’s going to make a buffet out of those two blondes. You can buy in for a couple hundred if you so choose.”






D A V A N T E



Don’t fret, precious.
I'm here.





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