Fear had many shades: there was the blazing kind you felt when an enemy charged at you; the chilly kind you felt traversing a dark alley; the harrowing kind when you were trapped in a cave during a blizzard, hoping someone heard your screams. To Jespar, however, the worst had always been the pernicious and silent kind, like when you suddenly realized your little sister hadn’t left her room all day and how eerily quiet the house was.
