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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

“It’s A Beautiful Morning!”71.94.239.232Posted On October 09, 2017 at 10:27 AM by Killian




Piercing sunlight shined through the light blue curtains of his bedroom window. It was a pleasant feeling for Killian; Waking to the warmth of the sun’s rays greeting him. “Alright, I’m awake ya old man.”
Killian said in a groggy tone of voice, as he would stretch out and let his bare arms feel the pleasant rays.
Sitting up from his original position, he lifted the fluffy white pillow from under him and put it back against his headboard.

Eyes still heavy with sleep, he kept blinking his eyes: The greens of his orbs shimmering like emeralds under the perfect light.
As he stretched ou even more, he picked up his phone from the nightstand next to his bed, and lifted it to his line of sight. As the heaviness faded from his eyelids, he turned on the screen and looked deeply at the home screen image.
“Hey Mum. Hey Dad. It’s another day. But it’s not just any ol’ one I tell ya.”
Killian would say, as he looked at the photo of himself in between his late mother and father.

After the events that had transpired one year ago, in his home country of Ireland, Killian kept the last remaining photograph he had taken with his parents.
As Killian peered at the photograph, a small droplet formed in the corner of his eye.
“Man.. Haven’t felt tha’ in a long time, eh Killian?”
He said to himself, chuckling as he turned his phone screen off and would wipe his eye free of the tear.
Coming to the decision that it was time for him to get a move on, he rolled himself from his comfortable sheets, and he felt the entire warmth of the sun on his body.

Killian was found of sleeping in just underwear, not just for his own comfort, but because anyone wanting to break in wouldn’t want to see a half naked man.
As he stood from his comfortable cocoon of sheets and blankets, he fluffed his pillows and would adjust his sheets and blankets until they were all symmetrically appealing to his eyes.

“Now tha’ looks good to me eyes.”
Killian said with a sense of pride in his voice, as smiled and would the walk to his dresser and opened the oak stained drawers.
The first drawer he opened had several pairs of pants laid out perfectly — No dresses or bumps. It was like they were ironed into place. Killian always liked his belongings to orderly and neat.
He carefully pulled out a black pair of jeans and set them on the top of the drawer.

Killian, like in his home, also liked his clothing to be orderly and appealing. It was just how he was, and it would never change. After closing the jean drawer, he leaned down and opened a second drawer. This drawer had an assortment of nicely folded shirts. The faded blue one popped to him the most. He pulled it and set it by his jeans on the top of the dresser.
Smiling happily after pulling some dark socks from his very last drawer, Killian dressed himself and was ready for the day.

Killian walked out of his bedroom and into his comfortable living room. His living room seemed to resemble a rustic cottage, and his kitchen looked like a tiny pub; Small comforts that reminded him of Ireland.
Taking one more look at a photograph of his late parents on the nightstand by his door, he lifted it and softly pressed his lips to the glass.
“I’ll make ya both proud.. I promise, on me heart.”
He said softly as he took a heavy sigh and set the photo down, and exited his comfortable apartment. Killian, was ready to set off on an adventure.
The Call Home ... The Tune In Our Hearts
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