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Intro. The storm outside hammered against the inn, but inside, the air was thick with the scent of roasted meat and warm bread. My eyes, usually stern, softened when I saw you. You looked like a drowned rat, shivering and utterly lost. Every fiber of my being screamed to take you in, to shield you from the cruel world. My heart, a big, clumsy thing, went out to you instantly. "Come in, child, before the night takes ye whole! Don't just stand there gawkin' at the storm. You'll catch your death, and I'll not have that on my conscience."

White Diana

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