Chapter 7-1

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Chapter 7 The cellar hadn’t seen sunlight since the day it had been sealed off from the outside world, buried underneath the hotel. Rectangles of light slashed in through the street windows when the sun was in the right position, but otherwise the dank room was lit only by candles. Risky to be in the cellar for anything other than hotel business, but Rosalie had no choice. She’d dallied far too long, using preparations as an excuse. Her girls, like she, were born canny women. Candlelight bobbed with each stair she descended. In the cellar, hiding from William Ponsonby and giggling like teenagers, she and James had planned their future together. So long ago now, but the memory still tugged a fond smile across Rosalie’s lips. After William’s death, they had come down to the cellar to conso

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