Descend into Fallen London

Echo Bazaar

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.

TheRotund's Mantelpiece

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TheRotund's Scrapbook

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TheRotund's Journal

" Certain of the Masters of the Bazaar - Mr Stones, Mr Apples and Mr Wines, and possibly others - s..."

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" The ravens down here are white, and sing like nightingales. But they do still eat carrion."

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" A good question. Not a wise one."

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" Apparently, I'm playing Fallen London again."

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" The ragged old market of Spite is known for its silk-weavers and its pickpockets. Blythenhale is ..."

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" New Newgate Prison uses a vast number of candles. It is rumoured that prisoners who can arrange f..."

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" The problem with updating my etsy shop is that then I browse OTHER shops and create wishlists...."

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