He had had dinner with Salieri. Had Salieri given him the fatal dose? Was it larger than the others, which, according to Wolf, had been quite small? Was this because of the extraordinary success of his last major opera, The Magic Flute? Had he given away the secret they were sworn to keep? Of this wondrous gift….
They all knew what was going on…nobody lifted a finger to help him…
His unusual gift of Zauber had to be contained…it had to be controlled…or it would threaten all that they held dear…in the darkness…
It was inevitable that Wolf would die…he knew it too…
He was surrounded by those who had agreed to his death, and yet he kept on producing music…
He continued working on the Requiem, which he knew was for himself…up to the end…
His body by this time was full of poison, given in increments throughout his life, at times, even by those he loved and trusted…
There was no autopsy, of course…
Like a bag of sand, his body was tossed into a lime pit…
The truth would never come to light…
It was, in fact, a perfect murder…
in fact,
the first
Murder Most Foul…
Pamina, the other Mozart...protected by his great Zauberflote... 
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