Chapter Nine: Saturday the 25nd of September 1852
10:30 AM, The Chester Architectural, Archaeological, and Historic Society
The sign above the half-glazed door read, the Chester Architectural, Archaeological and Historical Society, but the society had only one member, Mr. John Evans. So, it wasn't much of a society and it wasn't actually historical, as it had only recently been formed by its sole member. Rose entered the tiny shop and a bell jangled above her.
Evans had always been a history enthusiast and after retiring from his role as a local land agent he had made his hobby official by renting space to show his collection of artifacts and to build interest in protecting the antiquity of the area.
“Welcome Sister, what brings you here?” The old man asked with a smile on his face.
