Old Wardens Circle
The town is built into the high, recursive towers of a collapsed magical university. Rather than wood and thatch, residents live in rooms of white stone that repeat patterns into the distance. Life here centers around the massive, ticking engine at the heart of the ruins. The streets are clean, the air smells like ozone and old parchment, and the people are polite but oddly vague about their past.
Old Wardens Circle
A maze of white marble where the price of a bed is your childhood home.
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