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That was a lie, of course. There were always vacancies.

Elena pushed through the oak door, which gave with a groan like a tired old dog. Inside, the air smelled of stew, woodsmoke, and the peculiar silence of a place that had heard every story before. home for wayward travellers

“No one is,” the Keeper replied. “That’s the first sign that you do.” That was a lie, of course

She had chosen the rain. She had run. And now, somehow, she had arrived here. That was a lie