Wanderer's Inn

Wanderer's Inn smells like pumpkin waffles, spiced chestnut, and maple syrup

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The Innkeeper's Promise

“Come in, love,” the innkeeper said, ushering me from the rain with a soft, weathered smile. 

“You’re right on time.”

Her voice was low and kind, like a lullaby you almost remember. 

She wrapped a warm cloth around my hands, then smoothed a wool blanket over my shoulders as if I were her own kin.

The inn glowed like a lantern against the night. 

Ivy curled along the beams overhead, and thick velvet curtains softened the storm’s howl to a whisper. The air was rich with the scent of spiced chestnuts—woodsy and warm, just a little sweet. It clung to the stones, the floors, the folds of the innkeeper’s robe. 

It smelled like safety.

A few others were nestled in armchairs, faces softened by rest, cradling mugs they hadn’t finished. 

No one spoke. They didn’t need to.

She led me to a chair by the hearth, the cushions sunken just right. 

A tray waited for me—pumpkin waffles stacked high, maple syrup gleaming in the firelight. I took a bite and nearly wept. It tasted like butter, cream, and something golden I couldn’t name.

“You don’t owe me a story,” she whispered. “Just let the warmth do its work.”

And I did.

The fire crackled. My shoulders unknotted. The storm faded to memory.

Sleep came like a soft hand brushing hair from my eyes.

And for once, I didn’t dream of running.

I just dreamed of staying.

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