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 it comforting. You sit, waiting to place your order.

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