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.

AngelTrait's Mantelpiece

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AngelTrait's Scrapbook

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AngelTrait's Journal

"Ladybones Road: where the fun happens."

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"This tea had better be really good."

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"It's only a metaphor. It *is* only a metaphor, isn't it?"

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"Not a great place for a holiday."

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