The McMansions I’d passed on the drive looked like a well-aimed leaf blower could send a whole row of them flying. The few I’d entered had been staged new constructions, Bath & Body Works Winterberry–scented purgatories with wide blank walls and unscuffed floors. The interiors, a blend of modern minimalism and Greek Revival, seemed to place them nowhere in time. They had no ghosts, no mold, no history.
