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Easy

That doesn't fly any longer. 'Market trends' were the reason the silk factories closed down, according to Carmuna.

Medium

In a place like this, it wouldn't be surprising if the kids were the ones who put them in here in the first place.

Trivial

And if there's a copy of HOLOCENE's novel in Portofiro, it'll be here too. Try the sci-fi section.

Trivial

If there's a copy of HOLOCENE's novel in Portofiro, it'd be here. Try the sci-fi section.

Challenging

All around you, thousands of copper strands reach out in as many directions. The electricity buzzes softly with unheard voices.

Easy

All that separates you from the cash inside is a little lock. This should be easy.

Easy

All that separates you from the cash inside is a little lock. Shame you don't have a lockpick.

Medium

If the inspectors begin to suspect something's amiss, they'll lock the machines down -- or worse, stop refilling them until they can be replaced with tamper-proof models.

Trivial

Her voice sounds distant, like she's already putting down the receiver.

Medium

His ideas will spread across the city, passed down through generations, like paranoiac family heirlooms.

Easy

What little light enters the shack glints off moist surfaces never before exposed to the air.

Challenging

The Reality Situation is gone. It only exists in the airwaves now.

Challenging

You glance upwards, as though expecting to see a cage fall down around you. One doesn't -- at least not visibly.

Legendary

The shelf behind her is stuffed with papers, handwritten. She isn't short on study time, but she isn't sending her work in.

Formidable

She is a hostage to the phone.

Easy

She's hovering by a sink full of dirty dishes, offer to help with them.

Medium

A place where you grow up with the same people, watch their faces change, their dogs die. It's home.

Formidable

Party Alley offers options in bulk, if one is looking for ground-level sources. Why him?

Easy

He'd gone to ground. Hiding -- or maybe just counting out the days.

Trivial

Should have went west at the roundabout, by the sounds of it, not east.

Medium

'Fell off' the back of a tuk-tuk.

Medium

This structure is not stable. Anything could happen, withdraw your poker immediately.

Easy

Around you, the barren sterility of a place where near everything of worth has been extracted, leaving only gargantuan ruins and stunted plant life. It's hard to argue her point here.

Easy

Enough time to grow accustomed to new surroundings and start noticing things.

Easy

He must be lost.

Trivial

Someone from the magazine must deliver each of the issues to the Honour Book Stall...

Trivial

That's the building where the Luzian prisoner is being held. The site of your interrogation.

Trivial

That's the building where the Luzian prisoner is being held. The place you managed to escape from before being caught...

Trivial

That's the place with the shiny new intercom near the roundabout. So it's a poetry magazine...

Trivial

That's near the roundabout, east of the Bazaar. This poetry magazine must have its office there.

Easy

Well-built, Luzian accent. Strategically positioned near the phone. He's one of the Lich's guards.

Medium

Her voice closer to the door. Cheek pressed against wood as she peers through the peep hole.

Medium

The lock is for show. People don't steal from Carmuna out of respect.

Easy

The Weeping Eye do not care about knock-off toys. If they're here then something is happening levels above her head.

Medium

Look at these clothes -- she wouldn't know gare in a circus. It's absolutely the same man.

Medium

The same man who followed you through the bazaar?

Medium

She glances at her own wares, daring them to challenge her on the fact.

Challenging

Control of the docks and market have been passed back and forth between rival gangs for decades, but she's survived them all.

Trivial

The neurotically-organised stall, about ten metres west. A morose man stands there obsessively cleaning a disc-like object.

Easy

A mere four-hour flight, but there are no commercial flights between Portofiro and the Illuminated Empire.

Trivial

A bourgeois district, in the northern parts of Portofiro.

Medium

Ground-level routes are architected, well-known, for the commoners. If you want in, there's no better way than up.

Easy

Elevated, isolated -- a space in which it is possible to live amongst others without descending into worry about their intentions.

Easy

Among listening devices, he's back in his native element, if only for a moment.

Easy

Synaptic routes light up. A grid of variables emerges: timing, sight lines, crowd density...

Trivial

This is an adolescent girl's room.

Medium

And by some strange alchemy, somewhere is turned into nowhere.

Challenging

It seems nowhere is sacred enough to avoid the grip of automated money-making.

Easy

Must be the expensive bottle of schnapps the young girl dropped into the water.

Medium

A man and a woman, comfortable and understated -- a quiet life lived on a well-beaten track.