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| The former Customs House by the Inner Harbour in Victoria |
Where there were once
polished floors and creaking doors, silent elevators and carpeted stairs, now there is only air.
Where once were heard
insistent telephones and old fashioned typewriters, hurrying
foot steps and business voices,
city street noise fills the space.
Where once men and women
climbed the ladders of success or just made their daily bread, their ghosts grow restless at midnight.
“Old places have soul.”
~ homeowner Sarah Anderson
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