The Three Broomsticks

  The Three Broomsticks The fire crackles as you take your seat, a smile on your face. The air hums with the clanking of glasses and the conversations of dozens of people. You smell the rich scent of butterscotch and maple; the atmosphere is warm and welcoming. You sit, waiting to place your order.

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