The night deepened, and the wind outside grew louder, rattling the shutters. Ashby lit a single oil lamp, its amber glow spilling across the room, casting the shadows of the two travelers into a soft, dancing silhouette. He placed a steaming mug of tea on the nightstand and whispered, “You’re safe here. The storm will pass by morning. In the meantime, the market’s lanterns will guide you, and the attic will keep its secrets—for now.”
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