Chapter 36: The Three Trout Inn
Chapter 36: The Three Trout Inn When the carriage finally rattled into the damp, twilight courtyard of the small inn called The Three Trout, Isabella felt nearly faint with exhaustion and lingering tension. The inn was a low, whitewashed stone building beside a rushing river, the sound of water loud in the stillness. Warm yellow light spilled from its windows, a stark contrast to the cold, wet darkness outside. Duncan reined in the horses, scanning the quiet yard first—only a few carts and an empty chicken coop—before jumping down to open the door. "Here we are, ladies. I'll see to the luggage and the horses." The inn door opened, and a stout woman in an apron peered out, holding a storm lantern. "The Misses Elliot? Come in, come in, it's raw out, don't catch a chill." Stepping inside,
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