By Leah Ross

On the edge of a world decimated by its own sun, frontier towns thrive, defying misconception. The Fringe is supposedly an irradiated wasteland. So most of the world’s population lives in sheltered ignorance in overcrowded dome cities where it’s safe. Fringers are seen as crazy, lacking the sense to avoid the toxic levels of solar radiation plaguing the world’s open spaces. But the Fringe pioneers are not as unbalanced as they seem. They’ve adapted, repurposing the old to make the most of their limited resources. Theirs is a world of invention and innovation. It’s also a perilous playground for brazen opportunists. Domers live in comfortable predictability, protected from the unforgiving outside world. They have everything they need in a controlled environment where societal oppression has all but been eradicated. It’s far from utopia, though. There are plenty, barely surviving, who desperately want to escape but can’t. Each society is isolated, knowing the other exists, yet casting it off as lesser, wrong. But some are not content with labels, challenging those beliefs. They’re the ones striving for a better world, and only they can change it.