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Marcus walked her through the rooms. He pointed out the spot where the floor creaked and the bathroom tile that was original to 1924. He expected her to haggle him down to nothing, but Elena was straight. She showed him the math—the cost of the seismic retrofitting and the market value. The sun was setting over Lake Merritt, casting