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The Renovation

The House was featured, celebrities put on hard hats posed with sledge hammers. It was said that the old structure had ‘good bones’. What it did have were walled-in nocturnal whispers and a resident paranoia that stubbornly failed to lessen. Interior decorators re-imagined rustic hues with a bohemian chic. Rooms were staged yet beneath the contemporary the old retold its history. Much of the house was to be renovated pastel and neutral colors replaced flock and wainscots, yet bricked-over alcoves still dripped a dried red rust of long held rumors. The house concealed itself. In its fiber and pith conduits continued to throb-on echoing an older heartbeat, the retelling of long unsolved crimes thinly painted over.

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