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Having Fenn staying in his spare room was a peculiar experience. It had been nearly a week now and they were no further on. Miss Fonteyne had taken a turn for the worse and both her doctors and her friends—Tally Rollins and Tyler—thought that holding out hope of a cure to her would be an unnecessary cruelty when she was struggling so hard. So, Will spent his days foot-slogging it around the docks with Fenn in tow, extending his increasingly trained Pull to try to track the Creature; and his evenings hosting an off-the-scale-powerful vegetarian magic worker in his Piccadilly flat. It was confusing. Not just the vegetarianism. That was inconvenient, but he had bought a book. And Sedman, quiet, reliable Sedman, had turned out to be a follower of the diet and had recommended the Food Reform R