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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

bee to the blossom, moth to the flame; each to his passion; what's in a name?207.196.173.71Posted On February 24, 2017 at 11:52 AM by MIYAKO AIKEN



The last thing Miyako wanted to do was haul all of her boxes into the apartment after driving for eighteen hours, but she knows herself well enough that if she doesn’t do it now, she will regret it tomorrow. Heaving a sigh, she shoves the keys to the U-Haul into the back, opening the door by shoving it skywards. As it rolls, on not so oiled chains, she winces at the sound as it echoes off the brick buildings surrounding her. Quickly, she stashes the keys into the pockets of her jeans as the woman begins the process of unloading.

It takes the better part of the next hour to unload her belongings and as time dragged on, Miyako had continued to shove a rather large box farther and farther in the back of the truck, not wanting to deal with it quite yet. It was large and heavy and awkward and she had a hell of a time getting it the truck to begin with. Searching the back of the truck for anymore boxes she finds only the large box left. Sighing, she reaches out and slides it to herself, before wrapping her hands underneath it gripping it firmly before taking the weight of the box into her arms with quite a bite of difficulty.

Grunting with the weight, she staggers towards the stairs, wobbling all the while, unable to see where she’s going. Mi ping pongs off of the railing as she tries to get her bearings and then she takes a step too far to the right, smashing her hand against the railing. Grunting in pain, she very nearly drops the box until the flash of a body squeezes besides her and takes some of the weight off of her own hands. Sighing heavily, she peers around the side of the box to meet the eyes of a black-haired woman. Offering a tentative smile, “Thank you,” she responds breathlessly. Unable to comment more, she pushes forward, directing the woman as best as she can through the building.

Gesturing to the door on the woman’s right, they wiggle through the frame, their hands just barely scraping against the sides of the door. Navigating the piles of boxes, she leads the way and sets the box down with a grunt. Straightening up, Mi puts her hands on her lower back and stretches it. Smiling apologetically at the woman, “I forgot to lift with my legs,” she laughs quietly, a musical sound before she extends one of her own slight hands. “I’m Miyako, you can just call me Mi,” she laughs again at how it sounds, “Sorry, I don’t mean to make it sound so cheesy,” she smiles, referring to her name.

“Thanks for helping me,” she pats the box in an almost loving way, “I barely could get it into the trailer to begin with. They’re my pots and pans,” she explains, tearing open the box to show the stranger. “I couldn’t live without these!”

Miyako Aiken



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