How do you know this?"
Kulak laughed softly at Alan's question; it was an unsettling sound that rippled through the surrounding darkness. He did not answer with words at first, only lifted his gaze, for his eyes were witnesses to every shadow that ever was.
They whispered to him, those silent things that clung to existence.Even when unseen, unheard, they spoke to him—murmuring truths their masters could not bear to know. The world's secrets were not carved in light, but in the dark outlines of those who cast it.
He knew because they told him. The shadow of an innocent child. The shadow of a deceiver. The shadow of the crying calamity itself.Even the faint, distant shadow of the evil beyond the horizon.
Every one of them had a voice. And through them, Kulak learned all there was to learn.Only one kind of truth eluded him, the truth one's own soul was blind to. In that ignorance lay his only weakness.
"Tell me, Alan,"
