This Tudor-style stone cottage sits on 1.9 private acres with mature trees and a circular driveway. It features a hipped roof, two floors, and a standout central staircase. The upper level includes three large bedrooms and two full baths, including a master suite with a walk-in closet. The main floor offers hardwood floors, a warm wood-stove area, and a half bath. The home also has a basement, a two-car attached garage, electric/hot-water heating, and a septic system. Located in the well-rated Penn-Trafford school district, the property needs a full renovation but has strong potential to restore its classic charm. For details or a viewing, contact the listing agent through the Zillow link.
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