The Urban Refugee Camp sits in the shadow of a crystal gray city. Inside are ghosts in cast-off clothing, wrapped in stolen blankets and damp sleeping bags, human detritus left in the wake of a changing world and unseen by the city that grows with no thought of the bones beneath its cornerstones.

For the almost dead, there is nowhere else to go...until an old man and his daughter appear at the gate one evening in early October. The air is just beginning to grow its winter teeth as residents realize how flimsy their clothing is. The old man's voice is rich and thick and sweet, like Turkish coffee with too much raw sugar. The camp has never had a storyteller before...