“We can’t make anything of it, and maybe you can.”

The note, handwritten, was composed on a page of the Gibson family bible–blank on one side with the family name in gold leaf on the other:

To all of my children,

Read this and remember: all will be well in the end. Those who are with us and those who have already left are all threads in the same tapestry. I know that someday you will read what I have written and rejoice.

“Seems like an ordinary enough note,” Dr. Amberton said. “What did his children say? And what about ‘what he has written?'”

“That’s just the thing. He had no children. Never married, never even left the city. And his writing? Close to eight thousand pages of jumbled manuscript pages. Not a single clue.”