Check-In

The snow came early that year, and by four o'clock the pass was closed and the Halcyon had nine guests it had not expected to keep.

Teodor, the night clerk, handed out keys in the order people came to the desk. He had worked the desk for twenty years. He did not need to read the register to know who each of them was, or what they had come up the mountain to forget.

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