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The innkeeper tossed some logs in the fireplace. The room was warm enough but being slightly warmer always made people drink more. More drinking meant more money. And he needed a lot of money. He was desperate to rescue his daughter. He considered telling everyone. But he didn't. If he told them, he'd go to Hell. He had crossed the line before when he and the blacksmith's wife... Well...
What the innkeeper didn't suspect was that the blacksmith knew how to drive one of those things that had landed in his back yard. And his daughter... She was already dead.
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