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In a world of gaslit streets and roaring difference engines, some people can tear holes in reality. They are called Holders. They wield the Penumbra, a force that cuts through the lies of the world itself. Most serve churches, governments, or ancient orders. Some answer to no one. K wakes up with no name or memory, and a single letter in his hand. The Foundations, an organization older than the current age — find him unconscious and tell him the truth: he is a Holder. They offer protection. Purpose. Answers. But the Penumbra is not just power. It is something you hold. And if you forget what you are holding…What might slip free?