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Chapter 14-1
Chapter 14 The Garden Arms Hotel had once gravitated toward genteel respectability for all that it was a hotel. A week after the invisible night-time battle, it was as scarred and jaded as any wharf-side pub. Scaffolding was installed and cleaning was in process, but Rosalie doubted whether it would ever look as it had. Every day since the attack, something else had gone wrong. Beer had gone flat and soured. Food had turned rancid. Even the coffee in the tearoom tasted burnt; the dainty cakes and sandwiches stale and unappetising. Custom had dropped. Money owed had risen. Staff were reporting harassment by the few customers they had left, or worse, in the street. People knew who they were and where they worked and wished to punish them for their loyalty. One week was all it took to bring
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