The Charrin Inn was a chance stop on an evening in which further travel was impossible. The blinding snow suffocated any hope of progress. Like a beacon, an Inn for the weary, the bright shining sign invited me in like a warm, dry, blanket. Late though the hour was, the balding innkeeper greeted me with a pleasant smile, and much... More
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