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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

Maybe this is madness underneath my skin31.205.22.188Posted On February 24, 2018 at 1:53 PM by Spencer Lombardo



You call and I respond, the sparrow and the song
I miss you when you're gone



The air was cold, bitterly so, outside yet the inside of the green house gave no indication, the heat lamps almost causing the atmosphere to border on the side of sweltering, especially when the person working within the glass walls was dressed for the chill of winter. A cigarette hung loosely in the center of his mouth, unlit, as his attention drifted from his bad habits to the noticeable wilt in one of his beloved plants. While the shelves and tables were filled with troughs that carried the lifeblood of his potions (though you would not find traces of his most prized possessions here), his concern today was focused on a small flowering plant that was useless as an ingredient. While useless for his business, Spencer took unprecedented care of this particular flower due to sentimental value, something he rarely liked to admit he possessed. His fingertips lifted the wilting leaves, frowning at the browning edges, before murmuring gently. His words weaved gently through the warm air, tangling around themselves before separating then braiding together once again as they slipped into the soil. The plant seemed to greedily drink them up, the brown giving way to green, leaves lifting from their drooping positions. Fingertips gently rubbed the edges of a petal before withdrawing, satisfied that his possession was once again happy, healthy. A firm nod, he braced himself before leaving his sanctuary to return to the bitter weather and reality waiting outside.

While the plants were well stocked for their food supply, Spencer noticed that his kitchen had become rather light and needed a stocking of its own. He frowned, having always found food to be one of those annoyances. He didn’t enjoy cooking and enjoyed food shopping even less but it would be necessary to prevent him from spending all his money eating out. Not to mention, it would be better for his health to make his own food rather than delivery, or at least that’s what people claimed. Sighing irritably, he gathered the items needed for his venture to the grocery store. Once there, it was rather uneventful. There was the impatient wait for the slow-moving person to get their cart, the irritation of the person cutting him off to get the item they needed, the screaming brat, the group of teens not paying attention and blocking the whole walkway… Yes, just another irritable day of shopping. He sidestepped down an aisle he wouldn’t need to avoid the overly crowded one next door when he heard a voice speak up. At first he had disregarded it since he wasn’t expecting anyone to talk to him but, after a moment, realized aside from the shorter woman, he was the only one in the aisle.

“Hm?” He hummed in question, trying to recall what she had said. While he couldn’t recall her exact words – that’s what happens when lost in his own thoughts – he did put some context clues together to see her pointing toward the flour. There’s that brief thought that flickers through his mind to keep going, to ignore her and pretend he hadn’t heard. However, it was too late for that now since she clearly knew he had heard at least something. He scooted his cart to the edge, stepping up next to her to retrieve the item. Really though, who put the flour up there? That seemed rather uncalled for.

“Does it matter which one? And how many?” He questioned, glancing down toward her. “One or two?”



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