She laid awake in her cot. It was the middle of the night and a whistling noise was keeping her up. It was not the wind that was bothering her, in fact, it wasn't wind at all. The Forsaken Inn was just doing what she knows it to do best. It kept her from sleeping and she wanted to sleep. It had been a very long day.
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