Lucille Fairchild

The Painter of Truth

She draws what has not happened yet.

The Riddle

I show you what’s not here.

I wait before the moment arrives.

I exist, and then I create.

What am I?

Clue Cards

What breaks returns sharper.

The Glass

What she saw was not hers to see.

The Dream

He built the flame. Then blamed the wing.

King of Moths

She sees through everything. Including you.

Queen of Mirrors

They all agreed. That was not your face.

Nine of Mirrors

Other Doors

Follow the Music Back to Edgar’s Hall