She enters with her shoulders straight and her head held high.

Her steps are measured and precise and her head tips to one side as she pushes open the door to the Hotel. She had meant to find herself in the parlor. This?

This was not the parlor.

"Hello?"

Typist: Sophie! From The Illusionist.

A man of average height and build steps into the hotel casually, as if it were his own home. Which is where he had thought he was, in actuality. The young man of about thirty was impeccably dressed for a cabinetmaker's son in the early nineteenth century, with a well-kempt beard as black as his already receeding hair. His profession was treating ( Read more... )