Then, out of the darkness and mist, the ragged, patchy silhouette of a child begins to take shape. Parts are just gone, eaten through like cloth placed too close to the sparks of a fire . . . but there's enough there to make out the important details. Pale, colourless hair, pale robes, and the black, black strip of a blindfold bound over and around the child's eyes, as much to keep light from getting in as it would be to keep the child from seeing out.]