The sign over the door said "Refuge For The Broken". Warm light spilled out of the windows; there was a smell of a hearty stew in the chill autumn air.
He sighed and turned away.
A witch opened the door.
"You one of them who can't say they're broken?"
"Um..."
"You're welcome."
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