the_great_markethouse

In the heart of the Great Markethouse, vendors peddle their wares - not gold or silks, but the memories of a lifetime. The air is thick with the scent of dried apricots and ozone. Customers haggle over the price of a single recollection, their faces twisted in concentration as they try to recall the taste of childhood summers. The sound of distant bells echoes off the glass facades, a reminder that every transaction comes at a cost - but what is the value of a life lived?