One Night at Elderberry Inn

I. M. Dust
Nov 1 · 9 min read
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The Long Road

Roland had been traveling for days. He had to get there on time. He couldn’t miss it. His life depended on it. Everything would be fine, as long as it didn’t get him first.

His waterlogged cloak tugged at his neck like a small child. The damp night air nipped at the tip of his crooked nose. It carried a whiff of a wet mule which, though unpleasant, was comforting…

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