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... eaving, there were very few traders, so barely anyone stayed in the inn.
Aric walked into his room, the smell of old wood wafted into his nose, mixed with the smell of moss grown on some parts of the walls.
There was a worn-out table at the very end, with an oil lamp on it. The chair stood tucked under the table; it looked fine, but Aric made sure to remember not to sit on it.
The only saving grace to the room was the two-person bed. To his surprise, it had sparkling clea ...
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