Finding a loophole

Rosemary sighed, her fingers tracing the quilt’s worn fabric. “Zoning laws were strict back then. No one could build extra homes on farmland — the rules forbade it. But my father refused to let those laws dictate his life. So he came up with an idea, a loophole of sorts: he built a house inside the house. Hidden, secret, but his nonetheless. It became his escape, his world apart.”
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