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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

Do not waver: the dark approaches - miyako 174.196.128.192Posted On February 23, 2017 at 5:30 AM by Sorcha Northwoods

There was an unseasonable warmth to the air that meant I was in a constant state of limbo. If I wore a coat I would be burning up but if I took it off then my arms would be peppered with goose flesh. It was the kind of warmth that was just enough to awaken the first vestiges of spring but the slight chill would deep into your bones until you suddenly realized it WASNT yet spring and winter was playing a cruel joke upon you. So I settled for a woolen sweater to pull over my relaxed t-shirt. I could wear it as need be and if I grew too hot a simple removal of the extra layer would suffice for a time. Clad in relaxed blue jeans and the white-gray sweater, my raven hair pulled back into a haphazard and loose bun that dripped strands, I left my shop. It was too early for me to open as many of my clients only got out at midday and afternoon, work finally letting them out of its clutches, and I was desperate for some coffee and perhaps a donut or two.

It had been a minute since I treated myself, having invested every penny my parents had left me into renting and supplying my store front. It was surprisingly successful and I grew a band of loyal clients each passing day. What did modern medicine have on my stuff? Mine was more herbal and did more than any addictive pill could - with help of some special ingredients and some nighttime spell casting. It seemed as the days passed I grew more and more at ease in the moonlight, preferring the way my magic seemed so eager to boil beneath it. The earth responded to me eagerly enough, true, but it was a clean and refreshing sort of power. Eldritch and Unhampered. The shadows, however, were addicting.

A grunt draws my mossy green eyes up from staring hard at the cracked sidewalk and I spy an Asian looking woman trying to haul and entirely too large box up a set of narrow stairs. To my observant eye it appears as if she would make a swift and deadly backward plunge from the stairs with such a heavy load so I hurry forward, slipping around her and grabbing the other half of the box with slender hands to try and ease her burden. I peer at her from over the box with a quick grin. "Sorry but you looked like you were having some problems." I didn't let go, though, my body language offering help if she would just accept it.

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