The Inn by the Bay
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The Inn by the Bay stood resolute against the biting winds of St. John's, its weather-beaten facade whispering tales of a 19th-century past, where shadows danced in the flickering candlelight of faded halls. Guests, lured by its quaint charm, often found themselves shrouded in a bone-chilling embrace as they wandered into the older parts-where spectral figures materialized from the swirling mists, their mournful gazes frozen in time, and the air thickened with an unnatural chill that seeped deep into their bones. Those who dared to sleep beneath its creaking eaves spoke in hushed tones of restless nights, as the weight of unseen eyes pressed down upon them, reminding them that some histories are best