What strange and terrible prodigy has come before this living man’s eyes, the end to such a fiendish tale which he will never fully know. Yet one part more he knows, though he does not know he knows, does not realize the connection that was between him and this monster.
His love, his fair and radiant love, which day by day did sicker and sicker grow, her life waning and waning into death, was but one victim of this monster which providence had ordained him to destroy.
Who can reveal the meaning of our days? Who hears his tale told?
Tale Told 