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- there’s a damp smithy only visible at night. It’s said that here, a god punished by another god to be the slave of a mortal man can teach children to hear the sounds of the spirit world
- there’s a primitive brothel that you need a password to enter. It’s said that here, a famine-stalked child with a metal hand hawks the King’s Drops, a distillation of human skull
- the city of Almux, once a bright haven for fighters, now boasts little more than a beer-haus and a barber shop since the gods allowed the vanity of old men to ruin the city
- in Qi Ressela, City of Angels, there stands a sinister clock tower whose haunting tones enforce a merciless punctuality
- there’s a damp beer-haus with a sign of an arrow hanging outside of it west of the Chapel of Foxes. It’s said that here, farmers enslaved by the land itself gather to serve an inefficient businessman every night