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Good bones

Inside, the air smelled like old wood and dust, but not in a terrible way. It was surprisingly dry and clean given the house’s condition outside. The foyer opened up into a grand staircase with hand-carved railings, and tall ceilings gave the space a strange kind of elegance. “She’s got bones,” Mr. Dalton said with a smile. “Waiting for the right pair of hands.”
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