Welcome to Life of Fiction: Tales from the Roadkill Tavern.
Pull up a chair, have a drink, enjoy the company.
Every innkeeper Sela’d passed in three weeks had asked, sooner or later, gently or not. What a girl her age was doing alone on the road, with a broken boot and a face like a slammed door.
Mayson didn’t.
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