Dialogues of the Dead

I set out on a path signposted by the forty words on those twenty volumes.

Haswedhas brought me up to the end of Volume VI.

What of the other fourteen? Do I really need to labour over that long and tortuous path to discover the truth of it all? Must I press on into Volume VII?

Or have the six brought me to my destination?

Is this silence your final message to me, my beloved Serge, saying that I need no longer strain my ears to have a dialogue with the dead because I now at last have a sufficient dialogue with one of the living?

It’s very important to know. And not just for me.

I look at the first word of the two defining the limits of Volume VII and my heart aches with love, and with fear.

For I know I have to decide very soon whether those three simple letters signpost a direction, or a destination.

HatHat Hat Hat

Is this the start of a new game?

Or is it simplyThe End?