Ground Level

The rain burns off into a light mist before it reaches this low in the city, but it brings an insistent damp just the same. The light shatters and fragments from the thick air and slick surfaces, and the streets and alleyways close in on themselves.

Moreso than either above or below, the city is a maze at ground level, and it is easy to spot someone out of place by how often they pause at intersections or gaze upwards looking for some sign of their place in the greater scheme of things. Those who are from here know their place well, and know that, though the city above is built on these foundations, it bears little resemblance to its roots.

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