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  "name": "Lytshan's Knives",
  "sector": "city",
  "gmcpExits": [
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  ],
  "firstSeen": "2026-01-15T14:22:26.841+00:00",
  "lastSeen": "2026-07-30T12:31:34.022+00:00",
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      "rawTitle": "\u001b[0;36mLytshan's Knives\u001b[0m\n",
      "rawDescription": "  The soft flurry of a wind chime, stirred by the motion of the door,\n\nannounces your arrival.  Hushed voices, from behind a curtain at the far end\n\nof the store, lower in volume to the barest hint of a whisper.  These sounds\n\nare largely dampened by several thick, dark tapestries and rugs, hanging\n\nabout the store's walls and cover most of the darkly stained oak floor. \n\nTheir secondary purpose is well served, as they obscure any view through the\n\nnarrow windows set into the crude stone walls, keeping suspicious glances at\n\nbay.  A single candle flickers unsteadily, barely illuminating the store\n\nitself.  It perches atop a glass showcase that dominates the majority of the\n\nfloor space, running the length of the opposing walls and separating\n\ncustomer from merchant.  The display houses a myriad of short blades.  They\n\nrange in quality from simple cutting utensils to highly ornate knives, all\n\nresting comfortably atop a plush, velvet setting.  The long cushion itself\n\nis dyed a deep, crimson hue, offsetting the wicked glint of steel and adding\n\nmenacing backdrop to these knives that leaves no further doubt as to their\n\ncommon purpose.  \n\n\r\n",
      "exitsLine": " [Exits:\u001b[0;32m south \u001b[0m ]\n",
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      "firstSeen": "2026-01-15T14:22:26.841+00:00",
      "lastSeen": "2026-07-30T12:31:34.022+00:00",
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