A quiet row of narrow houses over shopfronts, three streets from the Gardens' lower gate. One of them — two rooms over a shopfront shuttered for years — is still held in Valentro's name. He visits rarely and never stays long.

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The Burnt QuillFour centuries of continuous publication, a legendary archive of everything Venturia has chosen to remember — and a restricted morgue of everything it hasn't. The Echoing CourtA circular plaza with peculiar acoustics that has become Venturia's venue for public dispute resolution — where professional advocates make careers, and a poorly chosen phrase gets repeated in taverns for weeks. The Liminal HouseVenturia's foundling home — four centuries old, no questions asked about before, and alumni who quietly recognize each other across the city by small signs they've never had to explain. The Masquers' SodalityVenturia's guild of mask-makers, who have spent nearly a millennium learning that in this city, the line between face and mask grows dangerously thin — and some commissions are made for clients who never sit for fittings. The Mirrorwright's CourtThe guild that makes Venturia's mirrors — including the rare "true mirrors" that show accurate reflections regardless of the city's peculiarities, for those who can afford to see clearly. The Salted CupA bathhouse built over hot springs that emerged after the curse — where Venturia's real business gets conducted in private chambers, under an ironclad tradition that nothing spoken here is ever written down.