CHAPTER 4The Land of True Enchantment
The next morning found the Darrow family in front of a large block of a building. Composed of robust crimson brick, the structure sat regally on the corner of Washington Square in Downtown Salem, only a pebble’s throw from the infamous Salem Witch Museum. Creamy rectangular chunks of stone trimmed its corners, climbing up the façade of the building, dividing the structure into equal segments. The windows spanned the impressive surface area with satisfying precision, adding more order to the already geometrical soundness of the building.
“The Hawthorne Hotel?” Monte stood on the corner of the block where a rustic wooden sign protruded from the building. In the distance a clock rang the top of the hour, its strokes drifting up from the Salem Common. Mo
