Pan isn’t anything special. Just the quiet foundling taken in by an old man living at the edge of the village. Nothing special at all. So why did she feel this growing weight in the pit of her stomach? Why did she sometimes see little golden strands stretch from person to person, when no one else could see them? Why were some of those strands starting to turn black? Why were people whispering about an unknown, ancient darkness returning? Pan’s story begins with these questions, a sudden and violent death, and more. Can she find the answers? Will it be enough?