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Nathan yawned hugely as he slowly descended the stairs, his eyes half-closed and his arms reaching for the ceiling as he stretched to ease muscles gone stiff through sleep. He stepped off the last stair and into the foyer in time for his stomach to grumble loudly in response to the smell of breakfast that wafted out from the dining room.
Ignoring the demands of his stomach, he made his way down the passage, past the dining room, and into the kitchen at the rear of the hotel. He stopped in the doorway and looked around; he saw two cooks, busy preparing bacon, eggs, toast, tomatoes, baked beans, and whatever else the hungry guests might want, and two waitresses, plus Jennifer Pierson, who were in and out of the kitchen, collecting plates of food to take through to the dining room.
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