Synopsis

The hum of the temporal displacement unit settled into a low thrum, a counterpoint to the excited chatter of Elara and Maeve. Elara adjusted her spectacles, double-checking the coordinates on the console – a date in 1888 London, a specific address pinpointed for a certain literary gentleman. Maeve, ever the pragmatist, checked their disguises: period-appropriate clothing, subtly altered to blend with the era yet maintain a semblance of their own time. “Ready?” Elara asked, her voice tight wi