But she had no time to dwell on herself, not with Cainewood Castle before her in all its ancient glory. The living quarters formed a U around the quadrangle’s groomed lawn. She looked up, and up. Four stories. “Ninety-eight rooms,” Colin said beside her, as though he’d read her mind. “Most of them closed up. Jason has years of restoration ahead.” He pointed out the marks of cannonballs in the high, crenelated wall. “Cromwell sacked the place twice.” Beyond the smooth green grass of the quadrangle, a tall, timeworn tower rose majestically. “The original keep,” he explained. “I believe it dates
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