Time: | 5:46PM | The Inn, Äußerst

Fern had just returned to the cozy inn after a leisurely afternoon of shopping for groceries in the quaint village market. The sun was beginning to dip below the horizon, casting a warm golden glow over the cobblestone streets as she made her way back to her temporary abode.

With a basket full of fresh produce and artisanal bread tucked under her arm, Fern approached the weathered wooden door of the inn. She rapped lightly at first, the anticipation of a welcoming greeting bubbling within her. Yet, as the seconds ticked by with no response, she grew more insistent, knocking harder in hopes of rousing you from within.

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