Edgar Fairchild

The Forgotten Boy

He was always there. Even when the photos say otherwise.

The Riddle

I leave no footprints and cast no shadow.

I am forgotten while I am still here.

I vanish from stories but whisper in sleep.

What am I?

Clue Cards

It doesn’t hide you. It holds you.
The Fog
A memory erased so perfectly, it never was.
The Forgetting
It never needed a key. Just resolve.
The Locked Door
He never turns his back.
Knight of Mirrors
What was left glowing in the jar.
Six of Moths

Other Doors

Go to Lucille’s Attic Return to the Library