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Brushing away dust and dirt and sand and grit, the towering <i>penumbra</i> men stagger, drift, and wonder of the dark earth that surrounds them. These gods of an ancient world are simple men staring at a nothing moon struggling to invent a word to describe such darkness. The <i>penumbra</i> once had a word for the sun, <b>VVLNA</b>, but in this strange world, this black earth, there seems no use for it. And Father Jackal... every trace has vanished. The <i>penumbra</i> wonder if indeed they are alone here. In the distance stands <i>The House of Wolves</i>. There they will find answers. Some wish for food. Some wish for God. Only <i>one</i> will see the light.