Today's OneWord: Allowed
There were no outsiders allowed, the sign said, and they had ways of knowing. Anyone who had been born and raised in the city was branded on the flesh of their right legs, a stark, circular mark that even glowed through the fabric of their breeches. I knew that, if I tried to step foot into that one particular pub, I'd not only be thrown out - I'd most likely be given a broken nose and a black eye first.