castle housing royalty.
I stopped in my tracks. On the cathedral door was a sign announcing its closure. It was under renovations. Disappointment hit me hard; I should’ve done research first before showing up. All I wanted to do was walk inside again…I glanced around, no one was in sight. I pushed on the door and it opened.
My soft-soled shoes were quiet as I passed over the threshold. The angels and saints sparkled down at me from the stained-glass windows, and I basked beneath a torrent of colors.
Moments later I was met with a blockade of construction walls.
Determination took over and I wound my way through the corridor to the main sanctuary thankful it was empty as I peered around the corner. The hand-carved pews were a vivid mahogany, so smoothly polished they beckoned to be sat on. Chandeliers with gold leafing flickered in the dim light. For a long time I just stood and stared at so much beauty and peace surrounding me. It had been a rough number of months and taking a moment for myself was just what I needed.
Checking over my shoulder to make sure I was alone, I walked into the foyer again. I found a sign showing a picture of what the new remodel would look like. The organ would have a new home…
Pulling the picture from my pocket, I flipped it over and read the riddle once again. My mind narrowing in on two phrases…
… Your future is hidden in the past. Music is your guide.
I pushed my fingers to my head, rubbing my temple gently. I was still so unsure what my parents were trying to tell me. Why couldn’t I figure this out? What was I even doing here?
The cathedral was closed; I shouldn’t have even come inside. But reliving the memories seemed like the right decision at the time.
I sighed and suddenly had the familiar unnerving feeling of being watched. The hair on the back of my neck rose, but after glancing around, I saw nothing. I opened the construction door with my heart pounding in my chest, afraid of being caught snooping without permission. But I just had to have a peek at the organ. I remembered my dad lifting me to the bench and allowing me to press the keys. This was a memory trip after all…
Walking down the corridor, I came across the gallery door housing the organ. The photograph inside my pocket seemed to tingle against my leg. I pulled it out, steeling myself.
The key to your future is hidden in the past. Don’t let what is stained deceive you. Music is your guide. GA
I exhaled loudly. Why wouldn’t this riddle leave me alone? Every step I took always led me back to it. But it still didn’t make any sense. Why would my parents hide a key? Why would they have never mentioned anything about it? Wouldn’t they have given me some clues over the years? And what was the key for? I shook my head. I was so going to look the fool if I got caught.
I stared at the organ, my mind still so jumbled.
My fingers traced the top panel and I stared at the keyboard before me. My heart was longing for my dad to be here and I sat on the bench my hands hovering over the keyboard.
Did I dare try and play? What if I was heard? I was already trespassing…
Heart racing, I pressed random notes. Nothing happened. Odd… Frowning, I tapped my fingers on the bench. Maybe they were refurbishing the old organ.
Determination sent in and I pressed the notes G and A together in memory of my parents, only this time a I heard a small click from the lower panel.
I ducked under the keyboard, searching for the source of the noise. There was a loose section in the lower left corner of the panel.
I gently pried the piece of ancient wood away. The hidden compartment contained a small box. As calmly as I could, I reached inside and opened the lid. My breath caught…a key! It looked like a key to a safe deposit box. Could it be?
How could I have not seen this clue before? I sighed. It was because my parents knew my memories would lead me here.
A shuffling noise echoed nearby, causing me to panic. Hurriedly,
I stopped in my tracks. On the cathedral door was a sign announcing its closure. It was under renovations. Disappointment hit me hard; I should’ve done research first before showing up. All I wanted to do was walk inside again…I glanced around, no one was in sight. I pushed on the door and it opened.
My soft-soled shoes were quiet as I passed over the threshold. The angels and saints sparkled down at me from the stained-glass windows, and I basked beneath a torrent of colors.
Moments later I was met with a blockade of construction walls.
Determination took over and I wound my way through the corridor to the main sanctuary thankful it was empty as I peered around the corner. The hand-carved pews were a vivid mahogany, so smoothly polished they beckoned to be sat on. Chandeliers with gold leafing flickered in the dim light. For a long time I just stood and stared at so much beauty and peace surrounding me. It had been a rough number of months and taking a moment for myself was just what I needed.
Checking over my shoulder to make sure I was alone, I walked into the foyer again. I found a sign showing a picture of what the new remodel would look like. The organ would have a new home…
Pulling the picture from my pocket, I flipped it over and read the riddle once again. My mind narrowing in on two phrases…
… Your future is hidden in the past. Music is your guide.
I pushed my fingers to my head, rubbing my temple gently. I was still so unsure what my parents were trying to tell me. Why couldn’t I figure this out? What was I even doing here?
The cathedral was closed; I shouldn’t have even come inside. But reliving the memories seemed like the right decision at the time.
I sighed and suddenly had the familiar unnerving feeling of being watched. The hair on the back of my neck rose, but after glancing around, I saw nothing. I opened the construction door with my heart pounding in my chest, afraid of being caught snooping without permission. But I just had to have a peek at the organ. I remembered my dad lifting me to the bench and allowing me to press the keys. This was a memory trip after all…
Walking down the corridor, I came across the gallery door housing the organ. The photograph inside my pocket seemed to tingle against my leg. I pulled it out, steeling myself.
The key to your future is hidden in the past. Don’t let what is stained deceive you. Music is your guide. GA
I exhaled loudly. Why wouldn’t this riddle leave me alone? Every step I took always led me back to it. But it still didn’t make any sense. Why would my parents hide a key? Why would they have never mentioned anything about it? Wouldn’t they have given me some clues over the years? And what was the key for? I shook my head. I was so going to look the fool if I got caught.
I stared at the organ, my mind still so jumbled.
My fingers traced the top panel and I stared at the keyboard before me. My heart was longing for my dad to be here and I sat on the bench my hands hovering over the keyboard.
Did I dare try and play? What if I was heard? I was already trespassing…
Heart racing, I pressed random notes. Nothing happened. Odd… Frowning, I tapped my fingers on the bench. Maybe they were refurbishing the old organ.
Determination sent in and I pressed the notes G and A together in memory of my parents, only this time a I heard a small click from the lower panel.
I ducked under the keyboard, searching for the source of the noise. There was a loose section in the lower left corner of the panel.
I gently pried the piece of ancient wood away. The hidden compartment contained a small box. As calmly as I could, I reached inside and opened the lid. My breath caught…a key! It looked like a key to a safe deposit box. Could it be?
How could I have not seen this clue before? I sighed. It was because my parents knew my memories would lead me here.
A shuffling noise echoed nearby, causing me to panic. Hurriedly,
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