The night trade also suffered. People wanted to get home as soon as possible, leaving most of the restaurants and taverns without business. Often, on a cold misty night, a faint moan could be heard across the valley, accompanied by some mild tremors. Once the mist had cleared the following day, there were clear signs of disrepair but no immediate effort or sense of urgency was made to repair it. There were also less people about but no-one really seemed to care. It was if the town had given up. All apart from the new house at the bottom of the cliffs. There always seemed to be a huge number of people assisting with repairs at all hours of the day. Most street traders made their fortunes by selling their wares on a cart or sending in supplies to the workers. And where the cliff once looked down on the property’s roof it now rose above it.
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