Sandstone Window: Sills Near Me

Elias stepped out. The air smelled wet, like wet pennies and damp earth.

I FIT PERFECTLY.

Elias stared at the last entry. He didn’t remember typing it. Then again, the fog of this past week had been thick. He set the phone down and looked at the bay window of his new—old—house. The house was a beauty, a sprawling Victorian gingerbread that had been left to rot for twenty years before he bought it. But it was the sills that were the problem. sandstone window sills near me