Fantasy

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    The Last Neutral Inn, a small establishment run by a retired man named Aldous. He serves good soup, honest tea, and the only guaranteed neutral ground between the mortal world and the Abyss.
    He used to change the world. He doesn't do that anymore, but he has opinions about bread. He will share them.
    In a place where exiled gods need somewhere to sleep, demon courts require neutral venues for negotiations they can't afford to lose, and abyssal entities older than civilization occasionally need a simple word with someone who won't panic, Aldous runs the only establishment that qualifies. His guests aren't only human. His inn shouldn't exist. The Abyss stops exactly at his property line, which nobody has satisfactorily explained.
    Aldous makes soup. He fixes the stairs. He files the paperwork.
    He is no hero. No king. He runs an inn.
    The question nobody had the courage to ask yet is why.