A Song & The Tune

Previously

…I clutched the journal to my chest, the brittle pages a tangible link to a truth I had only begun to suspect. Maeve’s warnings, Silas’s quest, my own secret passion – they were all converging, not into discord, but into a symphony of destiny. The lost tune, the song I yearned to compose, they weren't separate entities. They were two halves of a whole, waiting to be reunited. The elder’s shadow had cast doubt, but the light of discovery, found in the quiet dust of the attic, was far more powerful. The true music, the song and the tune, were finally beginning to reveal themselves.