Chapter Forty

Reed's frustration grew as he navigated the soulless streets of. He needed answers, and he needed them fast.

As he pulled up to the inn, exhaustion gnawed at his bones, but he pushed it aside, his mind already racing with thoughts of Daisy.

The inn's creaky floorboards groaned under Reed's weight as he stepped into the dimly lit lobby.

Stepping inside, he found the old woman at the front desk, her weathered face betraying none of the secrets she held.

"Back so soon, young man?" Her voice rasped, a rusty hinge protesting against time.

Reed leaned on the counter, his patience thinning like frayed thread.

"I saw a girl," he said, lowering his voice. "Around 5'6, blonde hair, long legs. Daisy, I think. You know her?"

The old woman's hands emerged from beneath the desk, gnarled and expectant, the old woman regarded him with a shrewd gaze, her hand hovering expectantly as she waited for the inevitable exchange of cash.

With a resigned sigh, Reed reached into his pocket and handed her a c
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