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
You weren’t supposed to hear that.
Five of Whispers
The house does not let go. It only relocates you.
The Carriage
They knock again. But you are awake this time.
The Wake

Other Doors

Follow the Music Back to Edgar’s Hall