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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.

Black Tom's Mantelpiece

1 x A Monstrous Orb

An eye in a glass carboy, the size and shape of a rugby football. Sell it. Or keep it on a sufficiently sturdy mantelpiece.

Black Tom's Scrapbook

Dreams of a Future: Paris, 1908 The Destroyer of the Sixth Contract

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Black Tom's Journal