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"Despite my most careful searches and investigations, I have never since been able to find the Rue d'Auseil. But I am not wholly sorry; either for this or for the loss in undreamable abysses of the closely written sheets which alone could have explained the music of Erich Zann."
Dearest Grandson, It is a bad time for Dreamers. It always is when the Nightmare comes true. All nightmares end, however. Even mine; when your Dream is a dream no Ionger. My time has come. It will be for you to finish these pages. Your father loves you, but he does not understand. Born in mystery, he will avoid the mysterious all his life, until the end. It is you who will inherit what I now must pass on. All I have done, you will do also. What I have begun, you must finish. What I can only dream, you will give to others. It is you, who must control what I could not. It is you... who must RETURN from where I will not. A century will pass, but you will find Love before Time itself runs out. A Face where none can be. An embrace forbidden. Where Saturn, Jupiter, Mars, and Venus meet, your journey begins. A Dark Road which you will fill with Light.
The blood in your veins carries the music of worlds
where time no longer matters. Worlds that few ever glimpse. Open The Way through to these worlds, and your life will be yours, as mine never truly was. Turn your back on them, and you will have never truly lived at all.
Yours is the LAST lifetime, and in it; the Gift will
be given. Your Grandfather,
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