The House of Code
I. The house sat on the edge of a cliff that was slowly eating itself. Eleanor Whitfield stood at the edge of the overgrown garden and watched as another section of the bluff collapsed into Chesapeake Bay, taking with it the remains of a rose garden that had not bloomed in twenty years. She was twenty-six years old, a lawyer trained at Johns Hopkins, and she had not planned to return to this...
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