A Run-Down Courthouse                                  -      -      - 
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It is not totally apparent, from first glance, whether this was a real
courthouse, or a shop with the facade of one.  It is neither, now.  Decrepit
after years of regret, like so many of the other shops on the once-glamorous
Walk, it has been repurposed and occupied by a new squatter who fully
intends to make use of the space which is, for her, ideal.  
A woman sits on a high stool, her breezy dress wrapping around here.
'Hello, Zazou.' Losanil the Judicious says to you. 'Do you wish to have your personality read? I require 250 tourmalines as a fee.'
A woman sits on a high stool, her breezy dress wrapping around here.