By mid-August, the summer heat over Boston had mellowed into a golden late-afternoon haze that shimmered across the waters of the harbor. Inside the waterfront carriage house loft, the open-plan living room was transformed into an orderly maze of cardboard moving boxes, rolls of bubble wrap, and stacks of packing tape. Sunlight poured through the tall arched casement windows, illuminating dust motes that danced lazily above the polished hardwood floors.…
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