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- in Ur-Hadad, temple whores tend a sacred flame that must never go out, lest time stop, causing all things to succumb to eternal stillness
- there’s a seedy barber shop with a sign of a crown hanging outside of it that smells like roast beef on the other side of the world. It’s said that here, youthful maidens in diaphanous dresses play a sadistic game with living pieces
- in Shurrupak, they keep the wine-preserved thumbs of The Maiden in Black on display in order to protect the city from Cythrawl, the opposite of a loving, creative god
- in Jippa, City of Winter, there stands a sinister clock tower whose haunting tones enforce a merciless punctuality
- in Vornheim, dying elders tend a sacred flame that must never go out, lest the mountains tumble to the sea