The House of Bones was the last stop before making the grueling crossing through the wasteland. It was built from the piled skulls and vertebrae of some giant creature whose features seemed all too human.
First-time guests would marvel and shudder, thinking of what roamed the waste and might still be out there. Will, the current innkeeper, would chuckle and explain how nothing may be wasted in the wasteland, even bones.
Then he would make tea and tell the story of how his great-grandfather found a gold ring as big as a belt, still worn on a giant’s finger bone.

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