

THE WAYFARER STANDS ON THE RIM OF INSANITY. FORGETTING EVERYTHING. EVERYONE.
HE DOESN'T KNOW WHEN THE FORGETTING BEGAN, BUT THE SHADOW DOES.
A DOPPLEGANGER WREATHED IN DARKNESS; A SILHOUETTE HE ALONE CAN SEE; A VOICE HE ALONE CAN HEAR; IT CLAIMS TO KNOW WHY HE IS LOSING HIS MIND—AND THE WAY TO RESTORE IT.
WARY, DESPERATE, WITH WHAT SEEMS NO OTHER WAY OPEN TO HIM, the wayfarer follows the way of the shadow, HOPING ON A FOOL'S HOPE IT WILL LEAD HIM TO REMEDY, KNOWING WITH THE WISDOM OF A man prone to folly HOW LIKE IT WAS TO LEAD TO RUIN.
