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.

skanning's Mantelpiece

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skanning's Scrapbook

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skanning's Journal

" Purportedly the cats of the city know a secret or two. The common tabbies and gingers can convey ..."

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" It's hard to be certain, but some have traded under more than one name. They say Mr Apples was Mr..."

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" The Clay Men are cheap, strong, contented immigrant labour imported en masse across the Unterzee...."

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" There's a healthy export trade in souls from Fallen London to Hell. But like all trade, it's lice..."

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" A young lady of your acquaintance has completed her university education. She has a creditable de..."

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" You may have heard that milliners tend towards insanity. The hat makers of the Neath are the madd..."

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" The Neath's most mystical fortune-teller. You can tell this by the number of silk scarves she wea..."

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" The Starveling Cat! The Starveling Cat! Why does it look at us like that?"

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" This far underground, there are no natural lights. There are distant phosphorescent things in the..."

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" That's a very personal question. They don't ask you if you're really meat."

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