THE SUNDEW SPEAKEASY

Deep among the bright sundew plants stands a house that looks too warm and orderly for the Cranberry Bog. Deviant Cat rebuilt its rusted walls around a broad central room, then tucked a kitchen, sitting areas, and private corners into every level. The pink light outside makes the whole place glow after dark.

The old speakeasy name suggests the sort of drink I have never trusted, but the building serves a better purpose now. Travelers can sit by the radio, share a meal, wash the road from their boots, and wait for the worst creatures to pass. Its rooms are colorful without being careless, and every window has a clear view of the bog.

Deviant Cat keeps mostly to herself, yet she understands the value of a safe room and a locked gate. The Sundew Speakeasy gives decent people a quiet place to gather without asking too many questions. In a country this dangerous, a little shelter and honest company are blessings worth protecting.