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... ones felt like they would crush any moment, his breath shaking. The innkeeper—a balding guy with a mustache—looked at him over the counter, blinking in surprise.

"Room for one, right?" the man asked in a calm tone.

"Yeah, room for one," Ethan whispered to him. "The quietest one of them all."

He dropped a silver coin on the counter. The man picked up the coin, wide-eyed at the grime and blood lining Ethan’s cloak.

"Er... you can go to the second floor. The last doo ...

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