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The One-Eyed Wolf Tavern
The desperate cries for help have stopped. The few sounds of combat likewise have come to an end. One escaped the building from the upper windows only to die in the streets where he had fallen with a broken leg. The dull and monotonous sound of the crunching of bones between teeth lasted much longer, drifting outward through the streets where it was heard within homes and will haunt the sleeping of many for some time to come. At some point during the night the terror stalked away on silent paws. The sun burns bright in the sky this morning and yet it will be some many hours before anyone will step outside his door and walk slowly down the street. The dead silence of the tavern will give him pause and he will stand long and frightened minutes before opening the door. The screaming will start again once he sees ........
And when at last the weeping stops lives that have always felt safe will live under the shadow of fear. Shadow, indeed, has returned to the land and the blood-soaked floors of the tavern provide certain witness that none are safe from the terrors at its command.
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