Descend into Fallen London

Fallen London

Three decades ago, London was stolen by bats. Dragged deep into the earth by the Echo Bazaar. The sun is gone. All we have is the gas-light of Mr Fires. But Londoners can get used to anything. And it's quiet down here with the devils and the darkness and the mushroom wine. Peaceful.

But then YOU arrived.

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" The question is not indelicate. The Lumps are a famous - perhaps notorious - delicacy sold in the..."

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" Fallen London: once capital of the British Empire, now home of the Bazaar. Deep. Dark. Expensive...."

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" A lady of style, grace and refinement, whose salons may be the best-attended in Fallen London. Ju..."

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" Full of rotting men and women standing in cobwebby rooms coughing and complaining and losing trac..."

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" More Mictlan than Milan. Travellers do go to see the sights, but the sights are mostly dark half-..."

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" The Masters of the Bazaar - Mr Wines, Mr Spices, Mr Veils and the rest - speak in high-pitched wh..."

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" Death is not always permanent in Fallen London. Old age and disease still take their toll, but a ..."

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" Full of rotting men and women standing in cobwebby rooms coughing and complaining and losing trac..."

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" They say only the Brass Embassy knows."

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" The Starveling Cat! The Starveling Cat! Jumped down the well for a good long chat!"

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