Well narrated tale about the mysterious Miss Joyce.
The decade of the 1890s was ending and the impetus for change was running through the cobblestone streets on the backs of horses buffeting the steam of the machines that came after them. And just as a candle flame flickers, all certainties wavered before what time brought in its belly.
One thing I don't get is the plans revealed in the letter. Are we supposed to know what those plans are or are they supposed to remain as mysterious as the woman who inked them?