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The streets breed a bone-deep distrust of people who ask too many questions. Each secret you withhold lessens her suspicions.

Easy

She stands behind this bar most days, has done so for years -- she must know someone connected to this.

Medium

The Palace of Culture in Novessa is grand, imposing, and in a constant state of renovation and expansion. You've never seen it without at least one wing closed for construction.

Medium

Back to the nearest wall.

Easy

Hoping to blend in with the rows of spirits behind her.

Easy

Sports bars like this are loyal to a single team. You must be wearing their rival.

Medium

An offering will be made to Rotanev the next time she can get out to the Pitol Tract.

Medium

He will starve to death or get crushed by the building if he does not tear his jacket.

Easy

You've doomed him to getting crushed by this building.

Easy

You're going to die slowly in a basement. Is this what you had in mind for your finale?

Trivial

Squatters out, jacket guy in. Everyone's coming to die in this deathtrap of a building.

Trivial

Oh, jacket guy's in the deathtrap too. Everyone's coming to die.

Easy

Thank goodness.

Easy

Do not pull that lever.

Medium

PSEUDOPOD's usually slack-jawed stare is focused, unblinking. Something about this man has set off his spy-senses.

Easy

Large coat, Luzian accent, on guard at the steps. Obvious Lich goon.

Easy

That has to be the control room. It meets all the requirements.

Medium

A subaquatic passage? Now we're talking.

Easy

The last bastion of an antiquated system. He speaks of it like a beloved relic.

Easy

Bitemarks and ignorance. The downfall of many a ship.

Easy

Every path to her erased, like an ancient treasure being guarded.

Easy

Invisible kisses from the lips of the city.

Medium

The planet's surface may blister, but the clay beneath remains ever mutable.

Challenging

Unlikely to be a coincidence that he's now occupying a place of reflection.

Easy

No one takes note of you either. To wider Quisach you're simply a middle-aged woman, staring at a tree.

Medium

A banner dragged down one of the support beams. The ceiling stays in the air out of sheer will.

Legendary

You are listening to here. This place. Now.

Medium

From this distance, Portofiro is just a cluster of dim lights in early daylight. Mist clings to it.

Easy

The wall of glass behind him is quite something.

Medium

A secret meeting within a labyrinth of aerials, sending and receiving...

Formidable

Way back... where?

Medium

A coastal wind slips through a ground-floor window and brushes a man's thinning hair. His eyes open, awash with impossible colours swirling like oil in water -- before closing again.

Easy

Keeping watch. The warden of the streets.

Easy

These aero-trams would shear those right off.

Easy

Ample space for a person, plus cushioning and dampening material.

Challenging

Sat at the top of the world, he is free to judge anyone without repercussions -- yet his ire is reserved for those who violate health and safety regulations.

Medium

Time and neglect have taken a toll, but it's only stood here for about a half-century.

Formidable

The opposing kingdoms of animal, mineral, and vegetable will always contest each other. Their clashing provides the fertile bed from which life springs.

Challenging

But across an ocean, the moment contorted into legend.

Easy

The damp tells you that you must still be in the lower city, near the canal.

Medium

She's often lingered in that doorway here, after you've gone to bed and in the odd hours of the day.

Easy

She takes a long, slow look around the little photo shop, as though committing it to memory.

Medium

Some days pass without a single customer.

Medium

The image in her mind growing fainter, like it might disappear the second she stops believing in it.

Easy

A hot water heater on the second floor?

Easy

She's heard you through the floorboards, stomping around, stewing, in the small dark hours of the morning.

Easy

Behind the acrylic display case, your eye catches on a scene of an amateur pelota squad, smiling against a sun-bleached wall.

Trivial

The 'Bootleg Bazaar'. That matches the purchase order you found on his body.

Trivial

'Bootleg Bazaar'? Not on your mental map of the Quisach district.

Easy

Check your map, operant.