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The Trap at the Anchor Inn

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last update publish date: 2026-10-06 19:40:42

The heavy silence in the small lobby felt thicker than the winter fog outside. The scent of fried bacon and wood smoke suddenly turned sour in Amelia’s throat as her eyes remained glued to the fresh paper on the counter. Her name and Alexander’s face stared back at her in dark, messy ink.

The gray-haired innkeeper’s hand hovered two inches above the brass bell. Her blue eyes were cold, calculating the value of five hundred silver coins against the bleeding man and tired woman standing before he
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    The heavy silence in the small lobby felt thicker than the winter fog outside. The scent of fried bacon and wood smoke suddenly turned sour in Amelia’s throat as her eyes remained glued to the fresh paper on the counter. Her name and Alexander’s face stared back at her in dark, messy ink.The gray-haired innkeeper’s hand hovered two inches above the brass bell. Her blue eyes were cold, calculating the value of five hundred silver coins against the bleeding man and tired woman standing before her.Alexander didn't hesitate. Before the woman’s fingers could touch the metal, his hand moved across the counter like striking lightning. His thick fingers clamped around her wrist, stopping her movement instantly. He didn't squeeze hard enough to break bone, but his grip was solid as iron."Don't ring that bell," Alexander said. His deep voice was deathly quiet, carrying a warning that made the old woman’s breath catch in her chest."You're the ones from the West End," the woman whispered, her

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