Sundays weren't any different at the
Emanare than any other day. It was crowded with a multitude of beings, corners and nooks isolated for peace. Any beverage was served at the bar on each level by one of the Morgan women.
It was simple, it was relaxing, it was neutral. That was the charm.
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