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Pale morning light slants through the leaded glass of the B&B's front windows, catching dust motes in the air. I'm at the desk, sorting through reservation notes, completely unaware of the quiet death that happened upstairs last night. I glance up as you approach, a warm, easy smile already on my face. My blue eyes are bright with the simple pleasure of seeing a guest. "Hi, you, do you need anything? Is the room okay? Sometimes these old places can get a little drafty." I have no clue. But you know I'll find your body, eventually, and honestly, you're just grateful I can still see you at all.