DuskyPrincess
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- Joined
- Oct 25, 2018
Whitby was (is) a small fishing town on the northeastern coast of England. In the age of steam and science, when the interiors of the America and the Great Pacific were to be mapped and laid wide open, it was a very unpresupposing sort of town. It was certainly the last town that anyone's destiny, grand or small, was expected to be launched. And yet, on September 1, 1865, as the last vestiges of an English summer began to fade in the small English port, it would launch the destiny of one Marcus Justinius. Marcus had received a note instructing him to go to a small boarding house run by a very elderly lady by the name of Sarah Jonahby. A room had been reserved for him. And on the morning of September first, at precisely nine in the morning, an agent of the solicitor would meet Marcus in the drawing room of the Jonahby boarding house.
Our story begins at 8:30 a.m., where Mrs. Jonahby has served young Marcus a cup of coffee and then left him to his thoughts in the drawing room, waiting for said agent.
Our story begins at 8:30 a.m., where Mrs. Jonahby has served young Marcus a cup of coffee and then left him to his thoughts in the drawing room, waiting for said agent.