But Something More Dangerous Was Happening
Beneath the emotional tragedy, officials found something terrifying:
The weight of the hoard had begun bending the floor supports.
Black mold coated the walls like tar.
Mice nests filled old kitchen drawers.
The wiring was decaying — one spark away from turning the entire place into an inferno.
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And Margaret?
She had been sleeping in a single wooden chair beside the door because her bedroom had become inaccessible since 1979.
She lived among memories.
But the memories were killing her.