

Beast of Burden-BeginningsIt was late. So late that the fires in the twin hearth that heated and help to light the inn's pub had dwindled so that they were more ash and cinder than flame. At this hour the pub was nearly deserted, the women who served the drunken mass had cleaned up the inevitable refuse such crowds leave for others to clean up. The lack of heat was becoming pronounced as the winter chill crawled across the empty floor. Empty, save for one patron who sat cradling his bottle as if it contained all the secrets the world had ever held. The last serving girl showed him out the door, locking it almost as soon as it closed behind him. He stood blBeast of Burden-Beginnings
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