It’s 1919. European civilization’s in ruins. The Great War’s victims number twenty million, the Spanish Influenza’s nearly fifty, and the shattered capitals of the Continent are starving. Who better to repair the wrecked twentieth century than a league of late-Edwardian gentlemen—last of a breed that once, at the high tide of English middle-class self-regard, saw a brightening future of ethical improvement for everyone, directed by endless clubs, committees, associations, and benevolent societies? All in ruins now. And what’s that sinister device on the horizon, that promises to destroy all decency forever? To render people passive and apathetic, in reversion to the “bread and circuses” of the Roman era, when emperors gave the masses what they wanted—food and fun—in exchange for mindless obediance? Stopping this devilish invention will demand singleminded focus. The league of unlikely heroes is known as The Concentrationists