“If you choose to walk with me, what is seen cannot be unseen, and what is known cannot be unknown. It may harm you.” “Harm me how?” I asked. “You may never know a night’s peace again. Knowledge is power, young man. Power to do good and power to do harm. Some knowledge can hurt. Some can kill.” “What happens if I don’t have it?” Mother Summer smiled, a gentle sadness in her eyes. “You keep the bliss of ignorance—and
