A Glass of Starlight Memory

The brass bell above the oak door rang with a mellow chime that lingered long after the door clicked shut. The traveler who entered shook the melting snow from his velvet collar, looking around with bewildered eyes.

"Welcome to the Midnight Hearth," Luke said gently, polishing a crystal glass with a linen cloth. "Take a seat by the embers. The storm outside will not follow you across this threshold."

"I... I was looking for the cathedral road," the traveler stammered, drawn to the gentle aroma of roasted cinnamon and crushed elderflowers.

"Those who find this tavern rarely seek it on purpose," Luke smiled warmly. "What burden does your heart carry tonight, friend?"