A dimly lit labyrinth of damp side-alleys, cloaked alcoves, and unmonitored lower-deck stalls where outlaws, smugglers, and chaotic wanderers gather to trade off-the-record favors. An imposing, iron-studded door marks the main entrance, flanked by two towering cutthroats who guarantee “absolute discretion and security.” In truth, the door frame isn’t attached to any walls, the bouncers are paid in stale hardtack, and the local guards don’t raid the market simply because they haven’t figured out which alley it’s in this week.
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