New Alms is a city of sin and vice, populated by all manner of criminals. The ruling Cerenite priests can barely keep order; not that they—or anyone else for that matter—ever try too hard.

It's a den of cutthroats and thieves, and there ain't many thieves out there as talented or as skilled as Jackson Balor. When Jackson's hired by a priest to steal an old mask, he thinks it's just another job.

But that's before he sees the blasphemous shrine it's housed in, before he starts getting followed around by bugs and birds and three-eyed cats, before he finds out that the mask was a vessel for the Wild God Ferengris, and that by filching it, he's invited the Enemy of Civilization to take up residence inside his head. Now to save his own mind, Jackson's gonna have to team up with the very Wild cult he stole the mask from and take it back from the Cerenite Temple.

But the priests have their own plans for the Wild God's artifact. They have their own ambitions for New Alms—and Jackson's about to learn that there ain't no room in their design for no-good criminal scum like him.

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