The Golden Fleece wears a distinctive timber-framed facade that overhangs the cobblestone street by several feet, its upper stories jutting out further than the base. Originally a coaching inn, it served travelers pulling into York on the Great North Road. The landlord once kept a ledger of every person who died within these walls, including a soldier who tumbled from an upper window and a woman named Alice who supposedly still lingers near the bar, watching patrons from the shadows of the staircase.
Golden Fleece York
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