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- the Royal Remembrancer in treacherous Calatin is actually plotting to take away the swords of their citizens to pre-empt armed rebellion
- there’s a neglected temple with a sign of a wild elf hanging outside of it north of the Desert of Ro. It’s said that here, children of the wealthy gather to bear witness to a blue djinn, bound to no man, every night
- there’s a normal-looking graveyard beyond the Wall. It’s said that here, a group of desperate zealots drink tea and write poetry about their plight
- the city of Anor was built as an exact copy of Highshaws, down to the puddles, the stray cats, and the people
- there’s a back-room orphanage with a sign of a campfire hanging outside of it that smells like cloves in Jippa, the City of Ghosts. It’s said that here, graceful women who sound like birds worship a terrible god without feet or hands