If Bernie Sanders wrote a Victorian thriller, it might read something like this—a stunningly inventive social novel in which your economic class is revealed not by the car you drive or the school your kids attend, but by whether your body emits smoke when you think an impure thought. The poor are covered in soot, while the rich remain clean even when they think dirty—proof that the aristocracy has a divine right to rule. Or so it seems, until three teenagers risk their lives to expose the gritty truth.
