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Then the faces on the banister began to change.

Seven hundred thousand dollars was more than she'd made in the last three years combined. It was the kind of money that meant she could stop taking commissions for a while, maybe even buy that derelict firehouse in Portland she'd been eyeing. But it was also the kind of money that came with strings attached—strings that could strangle you if you weren't careful. brooke beretta

The blueprints showed a house of twenty-three rooms, including a ballroom, a library, a conservatory, and something labeled simply "The Space Between." She had no idea what that meant. The architect's name was listed as E. Blackwood, a name she didn't recognize, which was unusual—Brooke knew most of the major architects who had worked in the Pacific Northwest during the Gilded Age. Then the faces on the banister began to change

She never touched another Victorian again. But it was also the kind of money