The House
The driver pulls up to the Butcher’s Bar and knocks on the carriage window twice. The silhouette of a man appears, softly illuminated by the dull glow of the red stone hanging from his neck. With a deep breath to compose himself, he steps down from the carriage and makes his way to the bar.
The bell on the door chimes as he enters the empty bar.…
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