Clara Fairchild

The Silent Song

She plays melodies no one taught her.

The Riddle

I return before I arrive.

I hum beneath walls and in dreams.

I awaken memory and unsettle silence.

What am I?

Clue Cards

Even silence has strings.
The Violin
It stains more than the page.
The Ink
She speaks only in symbols. And sometimes not even then.
The Veiled One
Too many truths. None are yours.
Seven of Mirrors
You knew what you were trading. But not what you were trading with.
The Bargain

Other Doors

Toward Nathaniel’s Alcove Back to Lucille