Stripped of old paint the door looked newly stripped but still, old.
Sun had dried the wood, warped the straightness out of it.
Demigods and real gods, all fiction, left the scene.
They left it to us.
It is in fact ours totally and completely. If we want.
Lots of work to do to get an old place into less of a dusty heap and more of a trusty home.
Should we buy it?