A flooded basement never announces itself politely. It arrives at 2 a.m. during a thunderstorm, or right when you’re leaving for work, or after a long weekend when the house has been quiet. I’ve walked into hundreds of basements with that same sour, damp smell and the hush of standing water that muffles footsteps. Every home tells a slightly different story, yet t
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