Visiting the Past

Kaelen’s thumb rubbed absentmindedly over the scratched magnetic strip of the keycard. The thick, plush crimson carpet of the hotel’s top floor swallowed the sound of his footsteps. He walked at a slow, agonizing pace, his right hand trembling. The air in this exclusive corridor was cool, carrying a faint trace of floral air freshener that masked the sterile hotel smell. His palm was sweating, sli