Conjuring the Magic in New York’s Past

On the third floor of a tenement in Hell’s Kitchen, the sorceress awaits.

The walls of her lair are ocher, the curtains green crushed velvet. Books of arcane knowledge with titles like “Talking to the Dead” line one wall from floor to ceiling.

Customers file in. The sorceress wears a black velvet cape. Her dark hair hangs to her waist. She commands the spirits of the dead and reads cards with uncanny accuracy.