After the Great Flood, the world changed forever. We, the “wra[n]i” — the enemy-like ones — lost our home, and a few hundred winters we were only powerless guests on someone else’s continent, which now the living share not only with outsiders—two-faced ones—but also with the dead who have filled the North. I accepted my fate: I became a thief, managed to adapt to this way of living, got used to a plentiful, well-coordinated life. But one day I stole a thing, not knowing that an ordinary piece of dark stone would bring so much trouble. And the chain of grim events now lies on my conscience.
What if the Darkness follows and consumes the last refuge of the living?