Her Own History

Previously

…Eleanor looked from the box in her hands to the enigmatic woman before her, the imposing tombs of St. Giles’s crypt looming like silent witnesses. The predictable rhythm of her life had been irrevocably shattered. The quiet hum of her library, the gentle scratch of her pen on paper, now seemed like echoes from a distant, almost forgotten past. A new, exhilarating, and terrifying melody had begun to play, and Eleanor Vance, the quiet observer, found herself drawn into its compelling, dangerous refrain. The cipher had unfolded, and in doing so, it had begun to reveal a history far grander, and far more perilous, than she could have ever imagined.