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Amidst the dunes of southern Yunka, beyond the subtlest virtue of the Wandering Market, sandstorms obscure hellish prisons, maliciously carved into the sandstone.

These desolate pits are reserved for Yunka's most traitorous criminals, those who have threatened the Elders themselves. One fabled prison, Ayetva, is particularly infamous.

Ayetva is virtually unreachable without an experienced guide and a month's supplies. It appears on no maps and is unknown to the native tribespeople. Here, food stores are replenished just once per year, that is if the delivery caravan doesn't get lost.

It makes little difference to the long-term inhabitants, who have been driven to such dusty madness to have forgotten their friends, their families, even their own names. When food stores are low, these prisoners resort to eating the rats and bugs that crawl from the cracks of their cobblestone cells. When one prisoner dies in the squalor, the rest eat well for a week, and no one bats an eye at this.

Ayetva is thought to be a fate worse than death. Infrequent visitors have remarked on the incorrigible soullessness of the bodies inhabiting these unevenly cobbled cells. People who have lost all humanity, spending their days and nights staring blankly into the darkness, pondering the end. Or maybe nothing at all.

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