Three centuries have passed since the Great War. Lands uninfected by radiation are more valuable than gold, and human genetic purity is the main charter of the Coastal region. Those who have undergone mutation are destined for an unenviable fate - lifelong slavery without hope of freedom. It would seem that the system, hardened by 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 archive box; for four slaves, it was the day of sale to new owners. What do the princess and the slaves have in common? And which of them was born to light fires, and which to extinguish them?