Sitting on a stool in a single spotlight, Atan bends over his guitar and peers into the dark. "They say I was born tired, with a heavy stride, and the memories of an old man's life blazing in my eyes," he sings. Named after an Inuit shaman who dies on the night of his birth, the white boy Atan finds himself yoked to a primal wisdom he does not understand and burdened with a struggle against the powers of his day he never asked...