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"In 2019, I was traveling for work through a remote part of West Virginia. It was late, raining hard, and I was exhausted. My GPS started acting up, spinning in circles, so I took the first exit I saw. I found a massive, old-fashioned hotel called 'The Grand Sentinel.' It looked like it belonged in the 1920s—stone pillars, gold trim, very fancy for the middle of nowhere. I walked into the lobby. The air was thick, smelling like old paper and expensive perfume. The clerk at the desk was a tall m