Editing Drained

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|ID = 358732
|Icon = ruins.png
|colour = black
|Description summary = The description varies with the city's {{IL|Hinterland City - Official Alignment|Appearance=Alignment}}, {{IL|Hinterland City - The Style of a City|Appearance=Style}}, and {{IL|Hinterland City - Chosen Site|Appearance=Chosen Site}}.
{{Variant table|Condition = Hinterland City - Official Alignment|Condition alias = Alignment|Effect = First Paragraph|Compact = yes
|Value Liberationist = There are too few people for these streets, and those who are present seldom stop to talk. Gone are the excited conversations about how the world will be when all the stars are quenched.
|Value Radical Liberationist = The population is scanter now, and the conversations angrier. Rifts appear even among the staunch […]: these want to put out all light, those to abandon even the words for the concept of law. Scuffles break out over who is the truest Liberationist.
|Value Liberationist-Prehistoricist = There are too few people for these streets, and those who are present seldom stop to talk. Gone are the speculations of a peligin future, of brawny midnight Shames.
|Value Prehistoricist = There are too few people for these streets. The pedestrians that do pass do not stop to speak, much less to talk of the beasts they mean to breed.
|Value Radical Prehistoricist = The population is scanter now, and the conversations angrier. There are disagreements about whether the Prehistoricist purpose is adequately satisfied through the practical arts, or whether it requires a philosophical and theoretical engagement. [...]
|Value Prehistoricist-Emancipationist = There are too few people for these streets. The pedestrians that do pass do not stop to speak, much less to talk of the beasts they mean to breed and the grander city they will one day inhabit.
|Value Emancipationist = There are too few people for these streets. The pedestrians that do pass do not stop to speak. The communal silos are refilled, but only grudgingly.
|Value Radical Emancipationist = The population is scanter now, and the conversations angrier. Which of the resources here should be included under 'common goods'? Who gets to decide whether each family's needs are being suitably met? What's to be done with a windfall?
|Value Emancipationist-Liberationist = There are too few people for these streets. The pedestrians that do pass do not stop to speak. The communal silos are refilled, but only grudgingly. There are questions over whether someone at the top is filching from the supply.
|Value Anti-Liberationist = There are too few people for these streets. The remaining pedestrians are stand-offish, and every stranger is suspected of being a secret Liberationist.
|Value Anti-Prehistoricist = There are too few people for these streets. The remaining pedestrians are stand-offish, and every stranger is suspected of being a secret Prehistoricist.
|Value Anti-Emancipationist = There are too few people for these streets. The remaining pedestrians are stand-offish, and every stranger is suspected of being a secret Emancipationist.
|Value Mixed, Balanced, Complacently Unrevolutionary = There are too few people for these streets. The pedestrians that do pass do not stop to speak, but walk by quietly, burdened by their own affairs.
|Value Unknown = 
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{{Variant table|Condition = Hinterland City - The Style of a City|Condition alias = Style|Effect = Second Paragraph|Compact = yes
|Value First City = The city itself seems older and less vital.
|Value Bethlehem = 
|Value School of Beatrice, True Beatrice = The city itself seems smaller, its labyrinthine lanes only leading back to the same two courtyards, the same mossy fountain.
|Value Ivory = The city itself seems disappointed, its streets bare of the beasts that were meant to roam here. No eggs incubate in the hatching theatres.
|Value Porous = The city itself seems weaker, the walls bleached.
|Value Remembered = The city itself seems more ordinary, just another middling market town with nothing to distinguish it.
|Value Celestial = The city itself seems more ordinary, its pretensions to summer more pathetic.
|Value Auroral = The city itself seems plainer, its glow more like ordinary gaslight.
|Value Nocturnal = The city itself seems more ordinary, its darkness only a cover for dirt and disarray.
|Value Bazaarine = The city itself seems more ordinary; its secrets and riddles, more like a banal pastime for those with too much time.
|Value Cenotaphic = The city itself seems to have lost some of its power, like a requiem heard too many times.
}}
{{Variant table|Condition = Hinterland City - Chosen Site|Condition alias = Chosen Site|Effect = Last Sentence|Compact = yes
|Value Ealing Gardens = Ealing Gardens looms larger on the horizon.
|Value The Magistracy of the Evenlode = the Magistracy of the Evenlode looms larger on the horizon.
|Value Balmoral = Balmoral looms larger on the horizon.
|Value Station VIII = Station VIII looms larger on the horizon.
|Value Burrow = Burrow-infra-Mump looms larger on the horizon.
|Value Moulin/Hurlers = Moulin looms larger on the horizon.
|Value Marigold = Marigold looms larger on the horizon.
}}
|Unlocked with = {{Unlock|Habituated to the Hinterland}}, {{Unlock|The City Waning|5}}
|location = The City of the Tracklayers
|Frequency = Standard Frequency
|Discardable = no
|Option1 = Advertise for newcomers even if not from the Union
|Option2 = Advertise, and make sure the newcomers are welcome
|Option3 = Remind them of what the city is
|Option4 = Hasten the decline
}}