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The house was a gorgeous, crumbling Federation-era place, with a bullnose verandah and jasmine growing wild over the fence. Mr. Ashworth met her at the door, a thin man in a cardigan, wringing his hands.

He went pale. “My grandmother. She was… she was a plumber too. In the 1940s, when women weren’t supposed to be. She said she put a ‘promise’ in the pipes. I thought she was being poetic.” plumbing northcote

She nodded once.

What she saw made her sit back on her heels. The house was a gorgeous, crumbling Federation-era place,

She reached for her wrench, but something made her pause. Instead, she unscrewed the access panel, reached in with bare fingers, and gently, carefully, untied the first knot. The house was a gorgeous