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 was always done this way. That's what makes it dangerous.
The Ritual
Two lights. One true.
Two of Moths
Thorne and Vera. One breath. Two faces.
The Twins

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