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

Too many ghosts in one urn.

Nine of Ashes

The match was never struck. Yet something burned.

Ace of Ashes

The reflection appears before the subject.

Ace of Mirrors

Other Doors

Follow the Music Back to Edgar’s Hall