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Sarah dropped the modern catalogs into the recycling bin. "I think," she said, watching the garden through the unobstructed view, "we should do the rest of the house." Elias, the third-generation glazier of the family business,

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Elias looked up to see Sarah, the new owner of the historic home. She looked worried, clutching a stack of modern window catalogs filled with "energy-efficient" white plastic.