She's read palms, rigged seances, and whispered lies for coin. In 1920, Sister Hood was just another con artist in lace and lace fronts-until her grift drew the wrath of the Scorekeeper and landed her in the cursed dimension known as Hyde Street. Now, a man named Mr. X-Ray walks through her parlor door. And he's not here for a reading. He's here to rewrite his fate, and hers.