Lucky Dice

The tavern was old; it had been old for longer than the country around it had existed.  It was made of stone and wood so old and so saturated with smoke that it might as well be stone; it had never stopped being heated with wood, although the design of the hearth had changed from time to time. 

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This story came out of my Annual New Year's Eve Prompt Call; it's a slice-of-life, I suppose?

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