~*~ NOTICE OF TIME CHANGE IN THE SHIRE ~*~
It is now the next day; very early morning.
The pervasive smell of berried muffins is winding through the Inn. As well as the sounds of bacon popping on their racks over the fire, and the sizzle of scrambled eggs cooking in the great iron skillets on the stove.
Pots of hot tea are being made; bread has been set to toasting.
The clouds of yesterday have cleared away, and the sun is shining brightly as it rises.
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