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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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    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
    3 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
    Assistant Manager Calliel Alosi
    Barista Beylani Rose

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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

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    The Bakery

    owned by Taliah Vieira
    2 employees

    The Bakery

    The Bakery is a small bakery that serves anything that your heart desires, from sweet to savory this little place has it all. The area overall is small and cozy, a seating area that lines the windows and several bakery cases that provide freshly baked goods every day. The Bakery also takes special orders and delivers to local cafes.

    Owner Taliah Vieira

    Baker Sterling Tenembrage
    Baker Ludovino Donati

let's take this world by storm {TETTY}166.137.143.66Posted On January 09, 2018 at 6:38 PM by taliah

The weeks passed in a blur for the woman, having spent nearly all her time preparing her small bakery for the grand opening. She had expected it to take longer than it had, her menu having come together rather nicely. Taliah had managed to hire on two additional helpers, though, she didn’t expect she would be using them terribly much, unless The Bakery ended up becoming a hot spot for the locals of the city. Today, though, she runs the store alone. The first few days were as expected, slower because of lack of advertisement on her part, not that it bothered her, it helped the Brazilian woman get her feet under her, to feel out her customer base first. For now, the bakery is quiet, the silence of the morning rather refreshing for a change as she moves to the front door, quietly unlocking it and flipping the sign over to open.

So old fashioned she was, though Taliah found it charming in a way that a lighted sign could not achieve.

Returning behind the counter, she bends over, her hands shuffling in those cases as she rearranges the items, careful to make them look splendid. She revels in the silence as she moves to that open door that leads to the kitchen as she begins her work for the day. Retrieving her apron, it hardly takes the woman long before she’s covered in flour, her hands sticky with dough as she continues to work on those wooden tables, pausing every now and then to go greet a customer from the front, provide them with the necessary goods, before returning to her station. Her tanned body can be clearly seen from the front as she hums tunelessly, her hair twisted up into a messy bun, those strands of hair falling into her face. At some point during her work, she managed to dust flour on her jaw, though, Taliah hardly notices as she’s far too wrapped up in her work.

As she moves through each task with efficiency and the day begins to wane, the late afternoon light filtering in through those large windows in the front. Flicking her green eyes up, she notes the time realizing she would be closing soon, yet, she would remain working only to trek upstairs into her small loft after several more hours of work. Such satisfaction she could feel coursing through her as she continues on. Moving to those delicious cookies next, it hardly takes her long to scoop those perfectly round cookies and place them on a tray before tossing them in the oven. The ringing bell on the door has her glancing up, wiping her floured hands on her apron, “I’ll be right with you!” She calls into the front room before quickly shoving the other two trays into the oven. Snatching a towel, she wipes her hands as best as she can before she moves through that large door and into the front once more.

That stray brown hair tickles her face as she reaches a hand up, pushing it back as she regards the newcomer quietly. Her observant green eyes take him in as she halts just behind the display case, watching the way the man seems to look at all the freshly baked items. “Hello,” she says, her voice holding a very minor Spanish accent, her lyrics soft though not demure in the slightest. “If you have any questions, let me know. I’d be happy to help,” she murmurs again just as another customer leaves the bakery, allowing a gust of cold air to fill the space. Shivering almost instantly at the change of temperature, she can’t help the soft glower that so crinkles her features in that moment. How she despised the cold. She much preferred to be within the confines of that kitchen where the heat of the ovens always made it warm.


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