Hygran - a world divided by the Middle Ridge. The world keeping on both sides of the ridge many secrets. And one of them: rashmers are people of ashes. Touching the ancient poison that almost destroyed the world, selected from thousands, disenfranchised slaves of the church that took possession of their souls and bodies. Consumables that have been driven to the lands of Kraymore for centuries, where most of the elect find death in the early years, and the survivors cannot break the invisible thread that tightly tied them to the Far South until the end of their days. This batch of newcomers were unlucky to begin with. The church is stingy and manages to benefit even when transporting its booty, and this time the savings led to the death of live cargo. The rare lucky ones lucky enough to escape the hold have landed at the mercy of the great saltwater cycle, and he will inevitably throw a wooden shell on the Craymore stones. But it is not a fact that it will be possible to live up to this moment, because under the deck boards there are those with whom the ash has cost much more ruthlessly. There are many of them, they are strong and hungry, and the boards, alas, will not last long...