Standing as the stark, grey threshold between the agricultural plains and the academic sanctity of Scholars' Landing, the Intake & Rectification Center serves as both a guardhouse and a customs terminal. It is built from slate-grey reinforced stone, designed with a hexagonal floor plan that maximizes sightlines for the stationed Civic Proctors. There are no banners, no coats of arms, and no trumpet-blowing heralds here; only the rhythmic stamping of permits and the quiet hum of efficiency.
The ground level is dedicated to the 'Bureaucracy of Entry.' Before a traveler can step foot on the cobblestones of the Scribe District or transport reagents to the docks, they must pass through a gauntlet of clerks. These officials do not merely check identification; they weigh the 'social utility' of the visitor.
Beneath the sterile order of the reception hall lies the basement, euphemistically known as The Baseline. It is a small but sophisticated detention facility designed not for punishment, but for 'behavioral recalibration.'
Unlike the damp dungeons of the Fahill Nations, The Baseline is terrifyingly clean. The walls are tiled in white porcelain, and the lighting is kept at a constant, unwavering brightness to discourage the 'disorder of sleep.'