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An analog photo of (sks woman:1), The Tavern at Midnight (18th Century, Scotland, Highland Inn). The wooden beams of the tavern ceiling are thick with soot, and the scent of peat smoke, damp wool, and ale fills the close air. The fire crackles in the great stone hearth, casting flickering light across rough-hewn tables and tankards of frothy beer. She sits near the window, her woolen arisaid wrapped around her shoulders, the lace of her fichu tucked carefully into the bodice of her dark green gown. A dagger is strapped beneath her worn leather belt, hidden but ready. The door swings open, letting in the howl of the wind—and a man she hasn’t seen in ten years. His coat is travel-stained, his boots caked in mud, and his eyes hold secrets she isn’t sure she wants to hear.