Painting pictures
They moved slowly from room to room, their footsteps echoing faintly against old hardwood floors. The house felt far too large, almost strange in its silence, yet the price made the dream seem dangerously achievable. Mr. Dalton’s voice remained steady, almost hypnotic, as he painted visions with every description. “This home only needs the right soul to care for it,” he said smoothly. Rose nodded slowly, surprising herself. “It’s… kind of beautiful. In its own way.”
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