Well-Oiled Hinges

“The agent kicked aside some garbage with his shoe and, after a quick look around, stepped up to a solid oak door set into deep shadow beneath the porte-cochère. It seemed to Nora as if Pendergast merely caressed the lock; and then the door opened silently on well-oiled hinges.             They stepped quickly inside. Pendergast […]

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The Alabaster Albatross

Virginia Dwelling has no mission statement. Sadly, we lack the water coolers, coffee-stained carpets, and cubicle-to-cubicle quarreling to support one. One day, perhaps, we’ll gather around a worn-out conference room table and spend hours hammering out a phrase that has all the appearance of meaning but is also conspicuously void of it. Virginia Dwelling: Improving […]

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