He is a fortune-teller who is not a fortune-teller. A beggar who is not a beggar. A singer whose voice could make the world remember — or forget — everything.

Longbreath has survived by staying invisible. But invisibility has a cost, and the city of Styrr is running out of shadows to hide in.

The Quenchless are feeding.

The Hushsift are moving. And somewhere in the architecture of the world, a song is waiting to be sung — one that could unmake everything.

When a chain of impossible events pulls him into the orbit of a disgraced landowner, a displaced warrior, and a conspiracy older than anyone alive can remember, Longbreath must become something he has spent his whole life avoiding: someone who matters.

No metal. No mercy. Only soultheft.