Three centuries have passed since the Great War. Lands not infected with radiation are more expensive than gold, and human genetic purity is the main charter of the Coast. Those who have undergone mutation are destined for an unenviable fate - lifelong slavery without the hope of freedom. It would seem that a system hardened for centuries is unshakable, but sometimes the most destructive flame grows from a weak spark. For Rowena, this spark was a yellowed leaflet from a dusty box of archives, for four slaves - the day of sale to the new owners. What do the princess and the slaves have in common? And which of them was born to set fires, and who to extinguish them?