MARLA'S MONEY MIRE

MARLA'S MONEY MIRE

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A wealthy urban Seattleite couple's drive through the countryside results in a wonderful find ... an old gothic mansion situated in the middle of a decaying apple orchard ... exactly the type of out-of-the-city house Marla had been looking for, albeit, not exactly what Daniel had been hoping for. Much needed renovations and updates are required for the over 100 year old house. What history and what secrets has this mansion hidden for so long?
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