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
The first hunger. The bright draw.
Ace of Moths
The door opened. They stepped through.
The Guest
It was always done this way. That's what makes it dangerous.
The Ritual

Other Doors

Toward Nathaniel’s Alcove Back to Lucille