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Spawning Fey Cottage: Nestled in a pocket dimension, perfect for those who love the smell of enchanted mold. Price: 35 silver pieces per fortnight—longer stays require negotiation with the resident fate-weaver. No pets, unless they're cosmic void monsters.
Room for Lease in Simmering Chasm: Contains both heat and crickets. Great acoustics for spontaneous symphonies composed on eldritch harps. Rent is due every 10th eclipse. First month's rent due in metaphysical barter.
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